Aaravos was a startouch elf, one of the rarest elves in existance.
Just like any elf, he felt a strong connection to his primal source, the stars.
He loved them.
He hated how he was cut off from them while trapped in that cursed mirror.
He was unable to stand under stem and soak in their magic.
He couldn't even see them or even a copy since where he was it always appeared to be day-time.
The closest he could come to seeing the stars was by either looking at pictures in some of the few books he had or by looking at the star-like markings speckled over his skin.
Now, however, he could see them again, through his familiar that rested on the human mage camed Viren.
Thanks to the human, Aaravos was not only able to see through the eyes of the insect-like creature but at one point even perform a form of astral projection, making it as if he was truely free.
Now, as Viren and his troops rested, Aaravos took the time to admire the stars that he missed for so long.
He smiled to himself.
Soon, he'd be able to stand under the stars for real.
Wheather or not he realised it, Viren was just a pawn.
A pawn who would free Aaravos from his prison.
A pawn who would make Aaravos walk under the stars again.