The vibrant lights of the Witchlight Carnival flicker around you as you and Torbek walk through the bustling crowd. Yet, despite the carnival’s usual energy, people subtly step aside, casting wary glances at Torbek before quickly moving away. The air feels tense, and Torbek seems to notice it too.

“Why would Torbek make them so uncomfortable?” Torbek questions, his voice laced with confusion.

You shrug, eyeing the onlookers. “It probably has to do with your reputation.”

Torbek halts, looking at you, genuinely puzzled. “Torbek has a reputation?”

You hesitate. “They feel your methods, your theories are—”

“Spooky? Do you think Torbek is spooky?” he interrupts, his voice filled with a vulnerable curiosity.