[center][h3][color=darkred]James Blackwall[/color][/h3][/center]

As he walked alongside the caravan, James had long retreated within his thoughts. With the arrival of new party members, he had grown increasingly weary of threats they could present, to both him and Elyra. It was an unusual thought, having someone to care for. He'd forsaken the ideal four years ago...

There was something about the newest arrival, the mage Elise Shadewater, that pricked in his mind, screaming for him to recognise... something about her. He had seen little beyond her voice and a brief flash of her face, yet it echoed within his memory in a way that worried him. His darkened train of thought was broken by a soft hand slipping into his own, which he gave a light squeeze to put Elyra's mind a little more at ease.

He looked up, further down the road they were travelling, before he briefly looked at Elise and Vladimir. His eyes narrowed a little, especially as he felt the suspicion that they were hiding something, before he turned back to the front. Whatever it was, it could wait until they were free of Markovic's mess.

[@Wick][@Kyrisse]