Felix Caelus

The change of shadow and power alike is both intriguing and daunting, Naugus' shifting his weight and posture to observe both. The shadows surging and growing is a comforting adjustment, the element familiar and safe. Something he has a clear, easy affinity and link to. The lurch in leylines, not so much. These things shouldn't move, shouldn't gather or scatter in the presence of a single being. That alone gives the Mobian mage an understanding of how vast this Prince could be.

When she emerges, Naugus takes brief refuge behind his cape, lifting it to shield his face from the flurry of energy and crows alike. Only when the presence is among them does it finally lower. It's one part pride and another part wonder that keeps him from bowing like Felix, instead staying upright and looking the massive dark woman up and down.

When he is addressed, Naugus grins and straightens further still, puffing his chest out proudly. "I am an Ixian mage, the last of my caste, and I have thrown in my lot with this young man to see what wonders his realm can offer. Matters of shadow and matters of power are ones I hold dear, after all."