Jemriah Cleater
Aberrant Mind Sorcerer 3 | AC 15 | HP 20/20 | PP 11 / PIns 11 / PInv 10

"I don't know anything natural that howls that loud around here..." He adjusts his grip on the dagger as his eyes settle on a cluster of bushes off to the right, searching for any sign of rustling terror.

"I'm useless in the dark," Jemriah acknowledges in response to Selissa's comment, the flickering torchlight revealing large pupils trying to soak in as much of the surroundings as they could and giving him an even more childish appearance. "Be safe."