Even from his distance he could see the elaborate spirals and angles, the square in the center of the golem's jutting brows. It was colored like pitch. Seph had never seen a Fuller in that place before - usually the ones he spotted were on the inside flesh of arms or legs, and even then, none of them were so clear and clean as this one mark. The ones he'd seen before were muddled, fuzzy, or else uneven in color, or not even true Fuller scars at all, but tattoos faking the gall of it.

It was impressive, but perhaps not as impressive as the crowd of people seemed to suggest, and Seph balked, confused - why were there so many that even the streets outside Bazaar were becoming crowded?

And then he saw it - on the golem's upper left arm - another black mark which had been hidden in the shadow of its stone biceps, this one smaller but just as recognizable. Two Fuller. The little thundercloud at his nape began to extend static down his arms. Two Fuller...both as clear as if a scribe had drawn them...

Three Fuller in fact, one also in the golem's right palm, which he saw as someone - the golem's master, no doubt, entered from the audience and plucked the hand up, spread the wide fingers to expose yet another. And two more, one each on the outside of the golem's calves.

Five deep scars.

He'd never seen anyone or anything get even close to the legendary number. He'd never heard of anyone - or anything - even surviving two.