After several hours of listening to Varum's history lesson I was instructed to go outside to meet Arman. It was cloudy outside with light wind, it should have felt cold but it didn't. There was a table outside it had sever knifes and swords lined across it. Some looked new and some looked very old. I looked at them all with curiosity, all were beautiful blades.
Arman walked over to the table without a word. He had dark skin like a starless midnight, it was of such a dark color I couldn't stop staring, it was like staring at a black sky. I wanted to touch his skin, to see the contrast with my own brown tanned skin, he had a light glow to him that only intensified his appearance.
His hair was the same color as his skin, black. He was stockier than Varum and a little bit shorte
