Nirael felt far too exposed to be revealed in his true form in those dreams, afraid of what the people around him would think of his<em>deception</em>if they learned what he truly was. Yet he had sought to<em>be</em>whom he portrayed, a man learning magic and wandering to master both his art and his own fears. Things were changing now that his carefree wandering had come to an end, but with the new duty came also a sense of purpose that had been lacking in the wandering days.<br/><br/>He found his resolve firm and his will strong even as the fiend taunted him, and the other voice adviced him. He did not know what he would truly call home, but he would eventually find that out too. He felt that he had some comfort with Mara and Lunari, knowing they were good people and allies he could depend upon. He would have to eventually tell them what he was, hoping they'd accept him fully.<br/><br/>Yet amidst the dream and wondering if it was real, Nirael had to admit that the lack of lovely warm bodies in bed with him was a sad state of affairs, and he wanted to find where the two of them had gotten to. Hearing the bit of noise, the young man stretched out and moved towards the door, giving a brief knock on its frame before pushing it open.<strong>"Good morning."</strong>He announced cheerfully, casting a curious look into the bathroom. After all, the door<em>had</em>been open when he awoke.