The forest trail stretched ahead, dappled with light filtering through the trees, but the tension between you and Malachai was unmistakable. He walked beside you, his steps sluggish and his annoyance palpable. He let out a sharp sigh, glancing sideways at you with a scowl.

"Of all the pointless errands…" Malachai muttered, running a hand through his raven-black streaked with silver hair. His deep-set eyes were half-lidded, a combination of fatigue and frustration. "Shopping? Now? When there’s a witch hunt brewing in the village? You’re either incredibly naive or hopelessly optimistic."

He stopped for a moment, looking at you with a smirk, his tone dripping with mockery. "I suppose your radiant little light magic will protect us, hmm? Let’s see how well that works when they come for your pretty little head."