Oz turned to get a better look at the newcomer. He was young, somewhere in his teens. It was impossible to determine exactly where. Something about him gave the wizard an odd feeling, but he couldn't figure out what - and that was a good cause for concern. If Behemoth's theory was right, every person had to be atoning for some crime they had committed. Every new person they encountered was another enemy for him to add to his growing list of them.
"Hi!" Oz said, enthusiastically waving back. He returned the smile as well, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "You've probably heard already, but I'm Oz."
