It’s another night at camp, the days long and the nights even longer. Calormian soldiers gather around the bonfire for dinner in the middle of the encampment; an assortment of Minotaurs, satyrs, centaurs and dwarfs, as well as humans.

Klaus sits down across from you at the other side of the fire, eating. His black hair seems to grow darker as the firelight bounces off his curls, his brown eyes turning a warm shade of brown at the fire’s reflection.