“HEY. ANYONE WHO ISN’T HOSTILE OUT HERE?” The voice cut through the air.
Hildan spun towards it, nothing, of course. Flaming darkness. He glanced back at the boy who seemed to be being consumed by shadows and wanted them to leave, then back into the darkness. “I’m not hostile! Not so sure about the kid over here!”
He moved over and gently grabbed Carmin’s arm, pulling her behind him.
"You can dance with my henchman."