Ikar wandered the streets, Virris having been dismissed. He never kept her around in cities. People tended to misunderstand, and try to slay her. Best all around if she remained away. He was trying to find some place to stay the night. Virris considered that a waste of time, when they were some many fun things (and people) to do. She never had trouble finding a bed to sleep in.<br/><br/><em>You are boring!</em><br/><br/>Virris could still watch through his eyes, and feel his experiences when she was dismissed, and she did so almost constantly. His father had made her a demiplane, to house her when she want in the Material Plane. It was safe, and a damned sight better then the Hells, but boring. So she watched through his eyes. And generally complained.<br/><br/><em>Go do something, damn it!</em><br/><br/>Ikar ignored her, choosing not to respond, and proceeded down the main street, looking for an Inn that would not strain his meager funds.