The monk shook his head. "That will not be necessary," he said. "All are welcome to stay here, granted you do not intend to live here or stay past a week without becoming a monk."<br/><br/>They walked past a dugout arena where two combatants were preparing to fight. There was a fountain at the entrance to the dugout where Sadain was hunched down on one knee in the water, preforming a ritualistic stretch/prayer.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>Tyr released Sylescia. "There's something I must do." He turned towards the world below and dove into the clouds. When he came out the other side, he was in dragon form, hurtling towards the ground. He shifted course, moving his entire body in a sort of barrel roll, flying straight to the ancient cemetary. He crossed a vast distance in seconds and came down admist the graves, chipping the roof of one.<br/><br/>"Where is Suï?" he bellowed. "I must talk with him quickly."