Hangar

⟬ Later that sun. ⟭ 

Tycondrius did not like the feeling of being watched. 

When he came into the possession of an Amulet of Obscuration, it brought him no small amount of peace of mind for sun-to-sun activities. 

However, that only protected him from divination magic. It was still possible for him and Elle to be spied upon via mundane means. 

It was even more bothersome that he sensed malicious intent from whomever was targeting him. Tycon was not as sensitive to such things as he would like. He relied purely on instinct... useful enough to know that he was theoretically in danger, but too inexact to identify the source lest the spy was foolish enough to reveal themself. 

"Tychon?" Elle followed his gaze, "Why do you keep looking to the rooftops?"

"I've been adventuring for a long time, my love," He grimaced. "Upwards is often the least checked direction, when scanning for potential dangers."