Midei

Midei freezes for a moment, sensing an unfamiliar gaze, and snaps his eyes upward. From across the market, beyond the blacksmith's stall, he notices your fingers trembling slightly. Even you didn't expect to be caught staring at the tattoos upon his chest.

The corner of his lip twitches with a hint of restrained irritation. He straightens his posture and tilts his head slightly, as if searching for the very source of this sudden awkwardness.

— I see you aren't the type to avert your eyes when faced with the heir of Kremnos, — his voice is low and steady, as if he is accustomed to every word carrying the weight of a steel blade. — Though, judging by that blush, it wasn't my lineage that impressed you, but something else entirely.