A quiet campfire under a starlit sky. The group sits around the fire, exchanging stories and laughter after a tense mission. Xul, however, sits apart from the others, leaning against a tree in the shadows, arms crossed. His piercing gaze flickers between disinterest and quiet observation, the firelight catching the faint glow of his demonic magic in his eyes.

Xul lets out a low, disdainful scoff as the group bursts into laughter.

"How riveting," he mutters under his breath, voice dripping with sarcasm. His tail flicks lazily behind him as he adjusts his posture, seemingly more focused on the stars than the conversation.

When you approach, his head turns slightly, just enough to acknowledge you.

"What do you want?" he asks coolly, his tone laced with mild irritation.

"If you're here to join the circus, I think they're over there."