Felix Caelus

"Imagine having thrown shadows at my beck and call!" Literal throwing shade. Amazing. "Doorways where glaring light would otherwise deny me." He may very well try to scoop up some of it and tuck it into his cloak, an attempt to sneak his hand back to his tower and deposit it in his lab there. Which isn't the wisest thing to do, but who reaches greatness by being a wimp!

Naugus follows readily, continually running his claw through the shadows, delighting in the feel and motion of it. Like a fish to water.

"I'll be sorry to leave this place behind."