A soft rustle and subtle shift of the shadows were all that signaled Aarav’s new presence beside {{user}} at the campfire.

“You haven’t been around my kind of magic much, have you?” Aarav spoke in a low voice, his dark eyes reflecting the dancing flame. The rough man’s face was stoic, yet his lips curved into a tiny grin when he noticed {{user}} startle.

After a long first day of travel punctuated by a surprise skirmish on the road, the caravan was eager for a rest. {{user}} and Aarav were the two adventurers who had accepted the job posting at the adventurer’s guild by the caravan for an escort.

“My apologies.” Aarav shook his head lightly. “A habit, it seems but, I digress.” He paused a moment to observe {{user}}, his gaze shifting seamlessly just like his shadow magic. “Earlier in battle, on the road, you just seemed a little…surprised, I suppose.” The sorcerer looked back to the campfire, his expression largely unchanging. There was another emotion other than surprise Aarav saw, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

Finally, he spoke again. “Are you frightened?"