After reaching the inn, Skippy refused any food and sat next to the Wolf Anithrope. Although usually rather chatty, the Squirrel sat and munched on his acorns that he had collected earlier in relative silence. He felt different some how, like his energy level was lower than usual, and yet... He wasn't tired at all physically or emotionally. Perhaps, Skippy mused, that he was simply home sick from seeing someone who he would view as a protector in his home land.<br/><br/>Darakus left the table first, leaving half of his meal behind. Skippy was curious at this, but remained silent, too lost in his own thoughts.<br/><br/><span style="color: #40FF00">Lysonna had drawn up her hood before entering the inn. Even if it was accepting of all races, she wasn't going to risk being recognized. As she sat at the table next to Nymeri, she ate a leafy salad with apple slices and berries.<br/><br/>The young Elf suddenly realized that it was much quieter than usual. With realization, she looked to Skippy he seemed unusually thoughtful and quiet. Since traveling together, Lysonna couldn't remember the Anithrope looking so serious outside of battle. She wondered if it had something to do with the strange object he carried. Or maybe something else was bothering him...</span><br/><br/>After he finished eating, Skippy excused himself from the table and headed to his and Nymeri's room. Once there, he readied himself for sleep, removing his vest, and with it, the orb. Upon laying down, Skippy realized just how tired he really was. His feet throbbed steadily from the long journey. It wasn't long before he found sleep.<br/><br/><span style="color: #40FF00">After Lysonna finished eating, she too retired to her room. It wasn't long for her to fall asleep either, and she was completely unaware of what was going to happen outside.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">A young man in his early to mid twenties, with gray-tinged skin, medium brown hair, large black eyes, and a slight muscle build was walking along the streets. Other than his odd skin tone, he had large black wings with intricate red designs swirling along the edges, proving that he wasn't quite human. He was walking along the poor side of the city, accepting to be alone. Instead, a shadow blocked the stars above from shining their brilliant light upon him. Looking up, the young man inhaled sharply. At first glance, it appeared that another Night Faerie like himself was flying over head.<br/><br/>The young man stared after the one who had flown over long after the shadow had left his vision. Curiosity got the best of him, and he gave chase.<br/><br/>After running for awhile, and flying to close the distance, the brown-haired man froze, holding his breath. The only things that moved were his wings as they beat the air gently to keep him afloat. The man from before, was definitely not Fae. His wings had disappeared, and he seemed to be eating something.<br/><br/>Instead of fear or disappointment, the stranger intrigued the brown-haired man even more. He landed heavily on the grass, to announce himself to this stranger. It was that moment that the Faerie realized he was weaponless, so he quickly brought a spell to the forefront of his mind in the off chance of an attack.<br/><br/>Figuring that he was intruding, the Faerie bowed to the stranger. "Damien Lunaire is my name. I am a Water Master traveling from the Land of Fae in search of learning a new magic. I am sorry to disturb you in your meal, but at first glance, I thought you might be one of my kin."</span>