Azga looked at Drina, his eyes soft and he gently patted Drinas wrist, careful to avoid the burns. 

"This town is exceptionally dangerous and I plan to take as few people with me as possible. We can have someone go and purchase the wares you require, but the less attention we get from the nasty men with crucifixes, the better." His eyes slid over to an indeterminate location from somewhere across the caravan grounds and went silent. Then, he stood up. "I expect you in my carriage tonight as well. You rather disappointed me by choosing to be left out, yesterday." He smiled at the gentle looking man, his eyes soft. "Don't push yourself."

With that, Azga phased out of existence--or so it seemed. The witch rather enjoyed aweing others with his abilities. Awe and wonder aside, the amazing man made his way around the caravan to where he felt things were amiss. Phasing back into view behind a carriage near the outskirts of the set up caravan, Azga narrowed his eyes at a particular point in the forest. What lurked just beyond those leaves, he wondered. 

He did not know he was staring directly at who was spying on them. His usually bright and cheery grin was replaced by a serious glaze that could only be mimicked by a vigilant guard dog.