Then came a fiery bearded, flame crowned man, dressed in all red and orange, mainly of silk stuff, and he held a sword in his right hand and a glass of wine in his left, and the devil himself danced behind his eyes, blue as Flora’s or Eric’s. His chin was light, but the beard covered it. His sword was inlaid with an elaborate filigree of a golden color. He wore two huge rings on his right hand, and one on his left: an emerald, a ruby, and a sapphire, respectively
Ah, Bleys. A redhead, obviously, and trained in the mystic arts like his full siblings. Yet, for whatever reason he much prefers the sword. A purveyor of all fine things, Bleys seems to be the epitome of the phrase “Go big, or go home”.