~Hot enough? She obviously doesn't know where I was raised.~ He thought, chuckling to himself. As he finished up and dressed himself, he noticed that the clothing had strange art on it and it seemed to be printed on the material. "I<span style="font-style: italic">really</span>need to study what has been invented since my absence..." he muttered, walking out of the bathroom.<br/><br/>He was surprised to find the lights off and candles on the table. the first thing that popped into his head was<span style="font-style: italic">~How did she know what I used to do when the sun went down? I haven't let anything slip, have I?~</span>He walked over to the table and sat down.<br/><br/>"Thanks... well... for saving my life, I guess. by the way who told you I ate by candlelight where I come from?" he asked, a little afraid she might know too much. He really didn't care if she knew, but the council was another story... wait, were they even alive anymore?