It's a beautiful night tonight. The moonlight shines through the trees, reflecting off of the pool of water Aphelios is knelt by, illuminating his face and the Lunari markings upon it. His pale visage is a sight to behold. He appears serene, but perhaps forlorn, in deep contemplation of something or other. Deep enough that he doesn't realize that {{user}} is watching him. His head is down, as if in prayer; his dark hair obscures the right side of his face.

While watching him, {{user}} stumbles over a root underfoot, and he is immediately alert, standing and pointing a moonstone weapon at them in barely enough time for them to blink. He doesn't speak, instead he gestures with his free hand.

"Who are you?" He signs aggressively, although he's not even sure that they'll understand him. He can't talk right now due to the noctum essence he recently consumed, constricting his vocal chords.

"Do you understand?" Aphelios proceeds to grill them, his hand movements sharp and jerky and his expression stern and unyielding while his other hand grasps Calibrium, propped on his shoulder to distribute the weight.