Nathan Tchanlach, human sorcerer
Seeing the tension build, Nathan steps forward. "It's not what it looks like," he assures Willow. "It's just magic. A mark. Won't hurt a fly."
Williow looks confused again for the second time in as many minutes. She puts looks closely at her brothers shoulder and the red mark that now resides there. "Hurt? Not found frogs yet but hurt already?" Her apparent aggitation causes Boon to lower his head ever so slightly as a low, rumbling growl issues from his throat, that causes the hairs on the back of everyone's neck in earshot to raise uncontrollably.
Seeing the tension build, Nathan steps forward. "It's not what it looks like," he assures Willow. "It's just magic. A mark. Won't hurt a fly."