All of them were extremely pretty… actually, this entire region seemed to be filled with nothing but beautiful women. How odd. But also, he wasn't about to complain.
Sylvaris glanced around, his golden eyes scanning every curve, every sway of hips, every soft giggle carried on the breeze. His nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply, drinking in the sweet, intoxicating scent of so many females gathered in one place.
It was an odd thing to do. Honestly, a little disgusting in my opinion. But at this point in the story, I had already given up on trying to convince the author to make Sylvaris even slightly more normal. We're far beyond that now, aren't we? So let's move on with the story.
"Look, Sylvaris! That woman looks extremely strong! She might be a powerful ally to us!" Iselynne pointed eagerly across the street, her eyes shining with excitement.
Sylvaris turned his head to where she was pointing—and nearly choked on his own spit.
The woman was gigantic.
