The Immortal Prince
Hale explains.
I cast a sideways glance at him. “Oh, so it has a name?”
Adria leans out of the shack, eyeing me keenly. Her dark hair is wound up in numerous braids, a cloak draped over her shoulders, covered in a pattern of bright gold, accenting the black.
“You are mortal…This has never happened before,” she marvels. Her lifespan likely far rivals mine, and yet this is the first time she has come across a mortal in immortal lands. That is a terrible sign.