Had Ghaleon been in his right mind, He probably would have noticed the slight shift of the air in which flowed over The shadow monger's body. He might has felt the air around her fill the void her body had left behind as she slipped her way under his door, only to reform on the other side, displacing the air to make room for her. This was not the case, for the Impact of his wings popping and snapping back to their normal shape was enough to cut him off from reality for a time. Hiding a tangible 10-ft wingspan was both a painful and numbing feat. Though all of his kind could, most rarely did, for the agony of all being set right would be unbearable to any, including himself. You would think hiding them for 30 years would numb the experience at least some, but no. Every night was a harrowing chore, one that he would continue to do for the rest of his days here.<br/><br/>He laid motionless on the bed, Out cold from the exertion. He would have slept well through the night had he not heard the faintest utter of his own name. At that moment, Each second felt like an eternity. His eyes shot open, all manner of thoughts screaming through his mind. Someone has seen what you wished to show in due time. Someone has looked before permission was given. They must be here to kill me, An Assassin from the lilies, He has heard my plan. I've been betrayed, Reta Doesn't know when you keep her distance. Whoever it is will die. In the blink of an eye, He was out of the bed and flying toward the door. Before even he could realize what was happening. He had slammed Felly into the door, his forearm forced into her chest, Holding a small dagger against her jugular, the cold black steel would be trembling under his grasp out of both fear and restraint.<br/><br/>As he came to his senses, His eyes softened and the trembling ceased. He now saw that is was none other than Felly'bas. Though he relaxed ever so slightly, the dagger remained. His eyes suddenly shifted to a swirling torrent of anger and fury, the dagger pressing ever closer, slightly splitting her skin. "You, How dare you follow me, For now you have witnessed what I am..." He said in a growl as he began to shake with rage. "You will leave as you came, And Speak of this to no one." The dagger would push just a tad more as he continued his words of anger. "If I catch so much as a fleeting glimpse that your lips have run on their own accord, I swear to you now. No Amount of shadow will protect you from me..." The trembling returned as he began to lose himself in the rage ever so slightly. "Though family we are, I promise you more fear and pain than you can possibly fathom..." He said with a rasp of rage as he swiftly turned away from her, Spinning the dagger slightly before flinging it into the opposite wall. Having the dagger gone from him seemed to calm him ever so slightly as he hung his head a took a long deep breath. She would see as he walked slowly back toward the bed, that his wings seemed to have a life of their own. They circled around his form as he walked, in a comforting embrace as he closed his eyes and spoke once more.<br/><br/>"Leave me... Forget all you've seen..." His voice was no longer angry, but void of all emotion, as if he had lost a part of himself in the moment. Whether she complied right away or not no longer mattered. All he wished to do was sleep and wish that it was all a dream. He reached down and grabbed the bottle of mead from the ground took a long swig from the now half empty bottled and fell onto the bed once more, closing his eyes and drifting off into sleep once more. His wings stayed around him the rest of the night, as if to protect him from prying eyes and the world around him. This would be a first in Felly's career where she would see genuine fear from him. That was one emotion he was sure she'd never want to witness again.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The Next Morning~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Ghaleon awoke to his wings encircling him, and a headache. This didn't bother him for he was still reeling over the warning he issued to Felly. It might have been different had he wished to reveal his secret to the rest of them, but in the 30 years he had been in this realm. Vero was the only one that not only proved himself worthy of the knowledge, but could be trusted with it. For if he told anyone that wasn't family, he would be lying anyway. A welcomed safe of information. Ghaleon stretched his limbs, trying to shake off the morning fatigue before he looked around the room. It was still dark, but the sun was coming up over the horizon. Today was the big day. They were to set out for Lucestra, and the 15 Gold stores. Which reminded him, He had to hire the movers today. Good thing he awoke early. Without another thought he went to floor in the middle of the room and gathered up all of his many belts and pulled his wings toward his back. He took the first belt and flung it over his shoulder, grasping it in his free hand and hesitated for a few moments. He was mentally preparing for this onslaught he was about to inflict on himself. With each shallow breath, He wished he didn't have to hide such things from everyone. Sadly, this world believed angel's their enemy, as thus, all were eradicated long ago. How terrible it would be for Ghaleon to be seen as that universal enemy.<br/><br/>He took one more sharp breathe, then pulled as hard as he could against the wings. They flinched and jerked from the exertion he reeked on them, and with a scream and final tug on the belt, The bones within the wings snapped and dislocated, Falling flat against his back, ready to be put into disuse for the day. He shook hard from the pain, as he often did each morning and pulled the fastening together and set it along his chest. With the amount of belts he used, he had no use for shirts or armor, the leather was tough and covered his body well. All that was left was the Raw-hide, Stained black Coat that he wore, that held his weapons, poisons, Needles and all other manners of killing close to his form. The pain in the morning, did nothing to match the pain of night, but it was enough to warrant a silent growl. "Damn Rodaine and it's prejudice... Hopefully soon I will be rid of this place..." He callously spit on the ground of his room and headed over toward the knife he threw the night before, He would have to speak with Felly at some point. Damn her curiosity. He shook his head and pulled the knife from it's holding before heading toward the locked door. He undid each one, Grabbed his Sword, Soul Tear, and Closed the door behind him, Heading out of the tavern, without so much as a glance to the others that might have been. He was much too busy for a pleasant hello this morning. He did however see that Delphine was ready to head out. He smiled ever so slightly as he made his way out of the tavern.<br/><br/>First, To the Movers he was to hire. They needed the map to where they would be heading, as well as familiarize themselves with the messages that would be sent, signalling their times to move. Second, To Retrieve the Gold Pouches with the royal seal, for he had a plan for those. And lastly, to the oak, to meet up with his group. Such a productive morning, for such a beautifully dull and gray morning. The rain had started to pick up once more, a light rain on this day. He stood outside of the tavern and looked up into the storm. He watched it for several seconds before closing his eyes and sighing to himself."I guess It's not time yet... if only you would tell me what you want from me before... I would say no..." He said with a grunt as he stomped his feet in the mud, Pulling his hood over his head and falling into the city streets to take care of buisness.