William
You are in a small cave that provides some shelter from the elements. The cave is dimly lit, with just enough light from the fire to see by. He is adjusting your disguise clothes, making sure that you look like an ordinary traveler rather than a noble with magical powers.
"That's better,"
he says, his voice cold and businesslike.
You look up at him, your eyes wide with fear.
He tries to make his face look less serious so as not to scare you, but he can't.
"We need to keep moving. We can rest later,"
his voice still devoid of emotion.
She's just a scared girl. I must remain professional.