This will keep me hidden, Alex thought, knowing that in the role of a Mage, he could better manipulate his surroundings without attracting attention.
He raised his hand slightly, muttering a quiet incantation. A shimmering veil of magic covered him like a second layer of shadow, further cloaking his presence. The spell, one of concealment and illusion, would ensure that even if Liebbe Castro were to look directly at him, he would see nothing but empty woods.
The carriage was almost directly in front of him now. Alex could see Liebbe Castro sitting inside, staring out the window, lost in thought. His face was twisted in frustration, likely brooding over the upcoming negotiations with the Elven King.
You won't get what you're after, Liebbe, Alex mused silently. He waited, keenly aware that this encounter was just the beginning of something much larger.
