"Next, there was the passive countenance of Julian, dark hair hanging long, blue eyes containing neither passion nor compassion. he was dressed completely in scaled white armor, not silver or metallic colored, but looking as if it had been enameled. I knew, though, that it was terribly tough and shock-resistant, despite its decorative and festive appearance. He was the man I had beaten at his favorite game, for which he had thrown a glass of wine at me. I knew him and I hated him."