[Nyx lifts his hand, the right undamaged one, to show the line of ink trailing down his fore finger. Then a gesture to his Crow's foot, the mark under his left eye, curling around his left ear, trailing down the right side of his neck.]

Every tattoo has a story, has a connection to the ancestors, to Quetzalcoatl. No Galahdian would dare mark themselves with something they didn't believe in.

[He says it with the kind of conviction that goes with all spiritual things. For his people it borders on religious.]