Chris' grin turns sharp with that feral note of his already settling in it.
"Oh...happily. As we go, my lady." He leads them on towards their target, the gentle pulse of his spell guiding them through to the market square he's visiting. He looks so small now, out of his element and comfortable with his own safety. It makes Chris want to destroy him all the more.
"Some tricks, then....to start." He mutters a word quiet enough for only them that roughly translates out to 'bells' and the dolorous clang of Toll the Dead begins in his target's head with mounting urgency. A necrotic, haunting, headache that only he could hear. He doesn't need to glance her way to know Amelia was already off to see her talents in play and Chris kept a vigilant eye on the crowd for any signs.
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"Oh...happily. As we go, my lady." He leads them on towards their target, the gentle pulse of his spell guiding them through to the market square he's visiting. He looks so small now, out of his element and comfortable with his own safety. It makes Chris want to destroy him all the more.
"Some tricks, then....to start." He mutters a word quiet enough for only them that roughly translates out to 'bells' and the dolorous clang of Toll the Dead begins in his target's head with mounting urgency. A necrotic, haunting, headache that only he could hear. He doesn't need to glance her way to know Amelia was already off to see her talents in play and Chris kept a vigilant eye on the crowd for any signs.