The Messenger
Before Aurolio knew it, two fingers were pointing at him from behind and in front, those who owned them looking be inches away from shedding restraint.
Allora and Grim were indeed ready to fire if necessary, and Baddan had a cold look to him as he remained where he was, making a meaningful hand gesture that caused mana to ooze out of him.
Pherdanta would have loved to join in, but she had to keep the ship steady, otherwise one Scorching Tear would end them all.
Aurolio whistled.
"Relax. I come in peace," he said.
"Is that so? I didn't hear a kind knock before you spawned in," Grim said coldly.
"It's cold outside. I thought we could settle the pleasantries later," Aurolio smirked.
"That's not how common standards of courtesy work."