“I have exceptional night vision,” he admitted, not thinking much of it.  While his eyes were not elliptical like a cat’s, he had the benefit of a similar tapetum lucidum, which gave his eyes an eerie quality in the right lighting.<br/><br/>He headed toward the trees, stopping when Urudal promised to keep him safe.  Ilion looked back at the much larger man, wondering how honest he was being.  Then he remembered that him getting eaten probably meant a forfeit of the bounty on his head, or at least a good chunk of it, so of course Urudal had reason to keep him safe.  The mercenary shrugged it off and kept going.<br/><br/>Urudal moved faster than he’d thought with that leg, but Ilion made up for the lack of height with how quick and agile he was.<br/><br/>“I don’t have one,” he answered on impulse.  He didn’t like remembering where he was from, what life was like before he’d ran away, so claiming either of his bloodlines was awkward for him.  His mother had loved him, but the others had always looked at him like he was some monster.  His father’s people only used him as best they knew how while keeping to their own laws.  “I’m a halfbreed from Renghana.  Eonih and Streduk,” he finally admitted.  “Kind of a rare thing.  Hard for a pairing like that to produce any surviving offspring.”  He looked over at Urudal, his eyes scanning his large, muscled body.  There were similar people he’d ran across, but they seemed different in some way.  “You?”