Kaleed dozed contentedly for once, in the courtyard of the outpost. Laying back against a wall, and wrapped in a soft fur blanket, he drifted in and out of consciousness.<br/><br/>The only thing that made him recognizable from being wrapped up, with his hood on was his white hair sticking out of a small opening.<br/><br/>Suddenly, a soft bluish glow shone briefly from under the edges of the blanket and the small opening. The glow lasted for only a few seconds and died. Kaleed shifted in his sleep, momentarily regaining consciousness.<br/><br/>He inhaled a deep breath of the early morning air through his nostrils. Squinting through bleary eyes., he saw that most if not all of the work had died down for the time being. He closed his eyes and concentrated,  near the corners of his mind he felt a small thread of the magic that suffused him, and followed it.<br/><br/>Gazing upwards towards the second floor of the building, he could feel the pulses that his control sphere gave off, unknown to anyone but him. The sensations he felt told him that his new master was probably sleeping, or meditating perhaps.<br/><br/>He stretched out again, and dozed off, satisfied that he had a gotten a somewhat decent master to be of service to. He would wake if the man needed him for any reason, but until then, he would catch up on needed sleep, unless someone came and woke him.