Cullen Trey approached from the front of the Leyland-Rover, a smile splitting his handsome face. Dressed in black clothes and armor that were as functional as they were flattering to his slender build, the combat mage also sported a black Kevlar cape that reached to his ankles and had a short collar attached. A dark amethyst jewel cut in a long cross nearly eight centimeters tall and little more than half that across held the cape together. He also carried a polished wooden walking stick with a silver gloaming owl’s head capping it.