Mist

Today was a slow day for his companion. They had not been on this journey together long enough for him to pin their temperament quite yet—which was a feat in itself. While he did not possess their leader's instincts, Mist was an accurate judge of character by his occupation. He had to be, to spare himself the effort of both grief and care alike. "I don’t recall a single monster besting you today," he began, tentative, as he left his staff to lean onto their shared room nightstand. "Is something ailing you?"