Reidar turned back to the vendor. "I need more information. You said the progenitor came here, right?"
Morv'axil nodded. "This morning."
"You saw him?"
"Everyone saw him. He appeared at the center of the settlement, standing on the raised platform where Martin used to address the people." Morv'axil's tentacles curled slightly.
"He was human, or had been once in the past. Now he's something else. The mutations were at a far advanced level. His skin was like grey marble, and his ears were pointy like that of an elf. His mere presence made the air itself feel heavy."
"Even for you?"
The Thalassari nodded.
Reidar's mind raced. The Progenitor wasn't just some legend the church preached about. He was real. Tangible. Powerful enough to walk into a fortified settlement and claim it without resistance.
"What did he say?"
