<span style="color: #408000">Finally, the elf dragged himself off of the feathery mattress beneath him, stroking it as he stood. Moss had always been his favourite bedding to lie down in as a child in the outdoors--why could he not then sleep on it each night as he had wanted to in those days? He checked to see that his room was secure and unlocked the rear door. He began to walk out as he heard something in the distance approaching. He snatched a dagger off of the wall and tucked it into his boot before locking the door behind him again and enchanting it. As the noise increased, so did his nervousness, but it suddenly crossed his mind that he was presently in a house with at least three other people--perhaps he had forgotten to lock a door or two behind him and one of them had come to seek him? Was that possible? He crept along as quietly as he could, but rounded a corner far too quickly and crashed into his quarry. Startling, he began to wring his boot knife forward when he realised that the creature was Powland. He was afraid that the mage might startle as easily as he and made his identity known immediately.<br/><br/>"Ho, now, attack not!" He nearly shouted, making sure to attract the other's attention quickly. "Come, now, let's not be fussing around down here. It's quite dingy and dark, and we wouldn't want to accidentally brawl, would we?" He smiled briefly as typical and laced his arm behind Powland's wrist, pulling him along gently toward the stairwell. "Let's get some rest for you. Jeremi did say that you needed time to heal from your rather substantial injuries."</span>