Rover looked at the lantern on John's side.
The lantern wasn't large, its design antiquated, its body seemingly made from a type of dark bronze metal. Inside it, a pale yellow flame was burning very steadily. The light wasn't strong, but wherever it touched, the surrounding fog drew back as if having encountered something that made it unwilling to approach.
In this fog-covered world, a lantern capable of pushing back fog already said a great deal.
John looked at Rover, then lowered his head to look at the lantern on his side. The cheerful smile on his face paused slightly, but very quickly, he shrugged as if this was nothing worth hiding.
"You're not surprised?"
Rover didn't immediately answer.
He only stared fixedly at John.
That gaze didn't hold much fear, but it also didn't hold a trace of trust. Rover was assessing the person before him, from the lantern on his side, to the smile on his face, to the small ring of lights currently pushing the fog out of this area.
