"Make sure you clean up after yourself, I'm not your babysitter. You should be able to find your way through this place. Just so you know, the door is locked with magic. You wanna get out, it's my choice. Bathroom is in the middle room, don't forget to flush."<br/><br/>Walking back to his room, Faelen felt the amount of homesickness he'd actually been holding back. His bed seemed plain as always, a few white pillows and a blanket with a generic line pattern. The things that stuck out were the bookshelves lining both walls, filled with ancient texts written in forgotten languages to newer books in wacky fonts. Most of the names that were easily read all had the same thing in common. The big letters spelling out<i>demon. </i>The amount of dedication to his job was something Faelan often found other hunters lacked. Ever book had been thoroughly read, most of them more than once. Each book was filled with varieties of demons, some real, some imagined. The lore was useful information, and he remembered he need to do something.<br/><br/>Turning to the desk beside him, he smiled a little. Such a simple wooden desk, yet on top of it was a treasure trove of information. It held his computer, and a leather bound notebook. As well as an odd assortment of small talismans and trinkets he'd picked up from hunts. Only significant ones though. Most of the memories stored here were important pieces of his life, reminders of what he did. He had a scrap of the robe of an S rank demon he'd taken out, the claw from another infamous A rank beast. Seeing the small bits of his accomplishments felt wholesome in a sense.<br/><br/>He plopped down, opening up the note book and the computer. Thinking back to the thing he'd had to fight in the pit, he wrote down everything he could remember, it's rank, size. The like. Although his artwork wasn't top notch, he made a small sketch, and then copied the work onto the computer. Faelan had been working on this little project of his over his career, and almost every demon and monster he'd ever run into and fought was in these notes. Smilingly, he flipped through a few pages, thinking about the impact something like this would have on a hunter in training. This little work of his would be a treasure trove of information, even to the foundation, but he kept it to himself. Maybe he'd have a trainee one day, someone who'd use the knowledge to help themselves.