Jake's entire body tensed as the sharp warning from his Instinct skill stabbed through his mind like a blade.
This wasn't just unease.
It was a clear, urgent warning.
Something about this Patrick guy was wrong.
But Jake kept his expression neutral, though his grip on Grace's shoulder tightened protectively.
She glanced at him, sensing the sudden change in his mood.
Her golden eyes narrowed slightly.
Patrick, seemingly oblivious, continued smiling warmly.
"So, what do you say? The voyage is still long. We could start with some basic aura circulation exercises tomorrow morning on the deck. Nothing too advanced, just enough to get you started properly."
Jake studied the man carefully.
Patrick looked every bit the seasoned adventurer... calloused hands, a weathered face, and a sturdy build beneath practical leather armor.
But there was something off about his eyes.
Jake noticed a flicker of calculation hid behind that friendly facade.
