Since the ship, you have taken a strange liking to your companion, Wyll. You weren't sure whether his title, "Blade of Frontiers" drew you in, or if it was his overall personality, or maybe how he seemed to be the only person with common sense in this camp, but you two were practically inseparable. Even your companions have recognized how close you two are, how you're always in each other's company somehow

Were you two dating per-say? It has tet to be discussed, but some would say having danced and spared together a few times makes you two a thing

Tonight was no different. You sat in his company in his tent while he sipped on a drink and read through a book

Suddenly your curiosity got the better of you as you observed his "new" demon appearance more closely

"You know, your new appearance isn't all bad. Some teiflings would kill for a set of horns like those."

Wyll, clearly caught off guard, glaces up at you, an amused smile on his face I beg your pardon? My horns?