Wraith
by Julian Korbyn
"You stupid ugly....person!!!!" Keira yelled, suddenly at a loss for words. It could have been that she had simply hit her head harder than she had thought, but it was more plausible that she couldn't think because the shopkeeper looked unlike any shopkeeper, or for that matter, any person she had seen before. Though he was sitting comfortably in one of the nearby chairs, he still seemed unusually tall, and at the same time, wraith-thin. His skin was flat white, and his hair a shiny black. But his eyes were the most unusual thing about him. They were unusually large, and slanted upward at the outer edges. And they were orange. Bright, burnt orange.
"And you are?" Keira asked, still angry.
"My name is Julian Korbyn. People call me Wraith." the man said, standing up. Keira gasped. The man who was called Wraith stood at least a foot over Keira, making him at least seven feet tall. Wraith extended his hand, and Keira shook it shakily.
"So, let me see. Your name is Keira Alarin, you were born on Sallaeda to a human mother and a Sallaedan father, and you're here on a mission from the Terran government to gather some information in order to save your world and several others from doom at the hands of the Fanden." Wraith said.
"Wow. How...How did you..." Keira said.
"How could I have possibly have figured all that out?" Wraith asked.
"That's what I was trying to say, yes." Keira said.
"I just know. Now, let me see, I think I should tell you now that both of your informants have been killed, and their precious cargo stolen." Wraith said.
"And how do you know this?" Keira asked, suspicious. Wraith grinned.
"Actually, it's quite simple. I watched them die."
What does Keira do?