Darakus was planning on having dinner at the Inn and then sleeping through the night so that his energy would return and he could cast some of the more formidable spells in his arsenal, but he feared it would be discovered of him that he was a half-demon, and was worried that he would not be accepted at the Inn. Fortunately his worries were for naught, and it wasn't found out by anyone that he had demonic heritage as far as he could tell.<br/><br/>Midway through his meal, however, he remembered what he had been traveling for in the first place. his father, who had left him at age 10 without explaining where he was going or why he needed to leave, was the whole reason he had left his home in the first place. Although sleep was a necessity he found himself restless asking himself question after question as he tossed and turned.<span style="font-style: italic">~I'll find him eventually.~</span>were his last thoughts before his sensitive ears picked up Black's wing vibrations as he left to go hunting. looking out his window, he thought to himself<span style="font-style: italic">~If I had wings, it would be so much easier to find my father.~</span><br/><br/>At this point he collapsed from exhaustion.