Vitarzyr smiles at this last idea, “one of three things happens. Either an akalak, a konti, or a rumor. There is a story, of the akontak, something rare and wonderful, as strong as an akalak, as wise as a konti. And physically like both of us, dark, with white hair. I don’t think any have been born recently. In truth I don’t know if one has been born ever. I apologize, my dark side got the better of me earlier, Might I ask what I can call you, and perchance what brings you to Mura?”
Vitarzyr looks down at the rather small man, and smiles cheerily “I’d rather not explain the whole situation as to my temper, but please, let’s start off on a new foot. My name is Vitarzyr.”