Turning to the direction of the sudden disturbance Aiden had sensed, he saw two refined looking figures, an old man and a white robed youthful skink man walking over.
The white robed figure looked young and vibrant as well as extremely handsome. His appearance could only be described as 'perfect'. His figure was taller than the rest of his kin, towering over the rest of the passerby like a heroic statue. Even in Aiden's comparison to Eora's humans he had met, this noble looking skink could have been compared to those prideful teens, at least in terms of size.
As for his companion, the old man seemed well advanced in his years. His scales were pale, weatherbeaten. His face had many wrinkles, one for each decade he had survived through his service.
Yet, Aiden was secretly alarmed, he could feel that he was extremely dangerous. Much more so than the elite captain and his brother, or the group of Temple Guards Aiden had dealt with before.