Henry was humming the tune of a cheery, but morbid song as he took a stroll by a lake that happened to be near where the camp was set up. It was getting late in the day, the light level was comfortably dark, unlike the blinding brightness of noon, his least favorite time of day. He wasn’t doing anything particularly important, mostly just watching the wildlife and picking at plants by the shore. There were many plants here he had never seen before, though his studies told him about many of them, and their applications in magic. He was losing track of time, until he heard someone approach. “Hmm?” he hummed, looking around to see if he could spot anyone. “Anyone there? If you’re an enemy, you should probably turn around and leave before I turn you inside out. Just saying.”