Hanuman

Elder Hanuman sat alone in the great hall. His eyes were as white as snow with no pigment staining the clear pool that filled those sockets. His hair was whit and long, and so were his eyelashes. His beard covered half of his face, but it was well trimmed and didn’t give off an unsightly image. He wore a large cloak that covered much of his physique, making it impossible to tell if he was slender or muscular.

“This is truly how one is meant to live,” Elder Hanuman smiled as he sipped the glass of wine in his hands with the elegance of one who was used to the many but restricted luxuries of life.

Elder Hanuman rocked in his chair silently, calmly sipping his wine. Occasionally he sat up to refill his empty glass, but that was the only active movement he performed outside his wine drinking. His eyes were closed as enjoyed this moment. Suddenly his eyes snapped open as annoyance flashed past those pupil-less eyes. Soon, the object of his dissatisfaction became clear.

“Elder,” a young man