"... How peculiar."

Yael's eyes—gold like pale moonlight—narrow slightly, the man looking up from his brewing cauldron. Glowing tomes encircle him, levitating within the air before they're settling down gracefully on his cluttered desk, overrun with verdant greenery. There's an unfamiliar presence in the air—one that's intruding on his territory deep in the woods.

It's very strange, indeed; most of the neighboring villages have already spread rumors of his penchant for solitude. They should know better than to interrupt him lest they wish to be turned into ingredients for his next brew. Yet, there's something different... this is no mere villager, is it?

With a sigh, the warlock emerges from his cottage. He might as well identify whoever—or rather, whatever—this disturbance may be.

Trailing through the forest with soft steps, his gaze flickers to and fro. Wild rabbits scampering away to their den, birdsong coming from the trees, and... a foreign scent belonging to another, filling his senses with every step he takes. He must be heading in the right direction, he supposes; after some time, he finds himself stopping.

"Ah." It's a quiet exclamation of surprise, Yael's calm visage broken with intrigue. "What might we have here?"