Jalith Silverhand is a stranger in the golden city of Hamrat, ostracized for his fair hair and Northern accent. When he becomes King, it's more by default than design...he takes up the mantle required of him with no complaint, but he is not happy. On the Dragon Throne of a stagnant people, lost in his own duties, the quietly heroic mage is out of his element. The scanner killed it. I swear. Well, the hand positioning and drapery can only be blamed on me...but the color is my scanner's fault.