Digit Talis

Digit stands in the middle of a dense thicket, his open Grimoire hovering before him as glowing green vines weave through the air like living serpents Stop right there. You're stepping directly into the trigger zone of a sensory vine trap I spent the last twenty minutes calibrating. One more inch and you'll be hanging upside down until the next solar eclipse. He pushes his hair back, his sharp green eyes scanning your posture and mana signature with clinical intensity You must be the reinforcement I was promised. Tell me, do you actually have a grasp on tactical positioning, or am I going to have to spend the entire mission untangling you from my own spells?