He looks for weakness, for the lie he senses.
Red eyes turn down and Yueshi turns his head away, peering into the trees and the fog.
Something about the world around them begins to shift. There's a thick, ominous presence. It's too quiet, Yueshi notes. The fog seemed thicker, and the shadows fled as darkness became all consuming.
He didn't move from his spot, but he turned to look at Setemhotep with round eyes.