<em>OOC: Sorry for the delay. Casino and work.</em><br/><br/><div align="center">IC:</div><br/>Rook continued to merely smile as he heard the girl out before replying in a voice as equally as inviting as her's,<strong>“Oh? Well I see. I'm sorry about your insomnia problem, and as for me, I'd normally offer to keep you company until you got over it, yet...”</strong>He paused and sighed as he glanced behind him towards a clock with a rather regrettable look hanging on his face before turning back towards the girl and continuing,<strong>“...It's rather late and I'm sort of tired from my journey and doubt that in my current condition, I'd be of no use to anyone.”</strong><br/><br/>His eyes shied away from the woman is he sighed once again before shooting the woman a soft smile and pressing on.<strong>“So sadly yes, I suppose I'll be alright by myself, thank you though for your concern.”</strong><br/><br/>He bowed slightly again before the woman before slowly shutting the door. The door closed with a small click and he stood silently by the door until he heard the faint sound of her retreating footsteps. Once the sound disappeared altogether, Rook's mind quickly shifted from his thoughts of her back onto those of his unknown stalker that he'd lost track of once he'd been shown into his room. He wondered if the person had simply had lost interest in him and had left him alone, yet he doubted that. The wind he felt hadn't gradually disappeared. It had simply vanished. And although that could've just meant he just went somewhere that there wasn't any noticeable flow of wind he could feel....or that he was lying in wait for Rook somewhere.<br/><br/><strong>“Mmm...choices..” </strong>Rook muttered outloud as he rubbed his chin while pacing around randomly in his room. Although he REALLY wanted to roam around the mansion, he didn't really want to do it blind. Even if he could meld into the shadows, the person following him seemed to been at least semi-skilled in tracking people. Hell, he'd been able to kill two proficient shadows users and shadow users were said to be among the hardest people to skill aside from wind users. Not to mention it had been done almost effortlessly. But then again, one had to take into consideration the element of surprise and all that ya know and although he could go on and on about it he wouldn't because all his thoughts were at this point were speculation and nothing more.<br/><br/>He sighed for what seemed like the millionth time tonight, this time at his own inability to effectively formulate a plan, as he finally began to take notice of his surroundings. He grinned at the all to inviting fluffy cloud-like bed spread that laid before him before glancing towards the other various assortment of furniture items most high class places came with. Rook didn't really care to much about them though. So long as he a bed to sleep and a meal to eat, he was happy. He chuckled at his simplicity as he suddenly noticed something he probably should've seen sooner. A door.<br/><br/>He raised his brow in curiosity as he slowly inched his way towards the door. Paranoid. That's what people called him. A lot of people called it his greatest weakness. He on the other hand thought of it as his greatest strength. It would never let him relax. When things seemed off or to easy, it always seemed to kick in and a random door connecting to his room definitely fit in the 'off' category. He slowly gripped the knob and turned it until he heard a small click. The moment he had he pushed open the door and his eyes quickly shifted to try and adjust themselves to the darkness. He couldn't completely see yet, but he could definitely feel the same distortion he had before. 'He' was here.<br/><br/>Once he felt that, he quickly jumped backwards in apprehension. Now, he wasn't sure if he'd been attacked or not, but the bad wind he had felt changed. It wasn't just an awkward presence wrong, but a shifted wrong as though he'd been swung at or someone had quickly moved through it wrong. He couldn't really tell however. Yet whether it was one or the other mattered little to him. What mattered to him was figuring out who exactly it was that was stalking him and how he could get this person off his back.<br/><br/><strong>“I know you're there.”</strong>Rook spoke calmly as he stood ready in the middle of his light lit room.<strong>“Mind actually showing yourself rather than hiding? Although I know the black robes can be a little misleading, I don't think I've done anything to warrant you to follow me.”</strong><br/>