Oras had finished setting up the tent and had was about to explore the town before he noticed a figure walking in. This figure was hooded, attempting to conceal his face. Oras immediately moved behind the buildings, attempting to stay out of sight. He needed to observe this individual more before he determined if he was safe to be around. Instead, Oras activated his ability, casting out an illusion of himself, and exact duplicate of his image, that moved and walked as he would have. Oras controlled him, having the illusion walk through the town as he would while he stuck to the shadows. The illusion had the ability to speak clearly as Oras did, and couldn't be harmed. The issue was that he had to keep any physical contact from happening, or the physical realm would just phase right through the illusion.
Oras peered through the black visor of his mask as he watched the individual as the man stopped, noticing the tent. While this was going on, the illusion stood in front of a small stand, seeming to observe the goods the woman was offering. Oras watched as a girl walked out of the inn, seeming to look around for someone. After this distraction, Oras returned his focus onto the stranger. So far he seemed to be doing the same thing Oras was up to: Analyzing the village. Of course, Oras knew better than anyone to never make an assumption at all. Nothing was real. Masks came in literally every form. Oras knew that better than anyone. It was another reason he didn't have friends. No one could stand the thought of being wrong. And Oras had a tendency to convince people that he was right. Either that or start up an argument that ended up leading them to try silencing him.
Of course this would lead to their ending up on the ground in a rather painful position. In full honesty Oras didn't care about these types of fools. He respected the strength to survive. Intelligence to rise. And honesty. There were few out there now, so far as Oras could tell, whom would interest him anymore, other than being labeled as a possible danger. Very few he felt he could count as an ally. He didn't realize it, but the man he was observing now may very well be an ally in the future. Allies were one thing of course, that he knew he would be needing. Whether it be soon or later he was unsure. At any rate he very much doubted at this point that he would get one, let alone a friend. Especially with his trust issues.