He glanced up from his meditation as she stirred and spoke, gazing up at her quietly as he processed the answer. How HAD he slept? Ellion wasn't sure. He had the vague notion he should be upset about something, that the dreams had been wrong somehow, frightening in a way he wasn't readily able to identify, but he<i>felt</i>fine. He could still sense the magic on him, lingering vestiges that all the same kept his mind level and clear. He wondered what would happen if he nullified it. "I slept fine. The patrol--it's regular. A group of men who keep the peace at the Chantry. They cycle from the tower every two weeks." Still, that didn't mean that the pair of them would go unrecognized. Ellion had been a part of those patrols, at least ever since his return to the tower.<br/><br/>The Templar stood and reached for the knife tucked into his belt, a basic utility blade meant for everyday use. He cast about for a mirror, then settled on the pitcher of flat ale and a wooden bowl. He poured the bowl full and let the liquid settle, then bent over it and inspected his reflection. He looked like he remembered--haggard, his hair the same dark tone it had always been. He was due for a haircut, the ends just beginning to curl as they grew beyond the inch-or-so he kept the strands at, but just as well. He lifted the knife and began to cut, scraping the blade along the sides of his head. Within minutes he had cut away all the hair on either side of his head, leaving the top intact. He cut away the back as well, with some difficulty, but by the time he finished most of his scalp was smooth and clean.<br/><br/>"Not much longer," he told her, crossing the room to take the blanket in hand. He gauged the rather tattered hem, then grasped and ripped out a length of the plain white material, a good three feet from the bottom. He folded it in half, allowing a bit to flap loose, then tied it around his head so that the loose flap covered one eye. His sword and belt were rolled up in the remainder of the blanket, along with the spear, and he tucked the bundle across the back of his travel pack and secured it all in place with the leather straps built into the pack itself.<br/><br/>The entire time the calm persisted, but he could feel the magic waning, like a timer in his head. He wasn't sure why but he knew it would be wise to get moving before the spell wore off entirely. He slung the pack over his back and tightened the straps on his shoulders. "Let's go," he told her, pausing only long enough to gather up his cut hair and stuff it unceremoniously into one pocket.