Late into the night, Ruvyk had already fallen asleep, rolled up in his pile of cushions like some desert prince, he just looked as normal as anyone else, except for a few details. His skin was much paler then any normal person who would live in the desert and his hair were of a strange color as well.
Something that he was aware of but never really given any tought, was that when he sleep, runes appeared on his body, ancient language, lost ages ago. What these runes did, even he didn't knew, but somehow it seemed like some protective charms.