Thinking that really, it would be a curtasy to wake someone out of such a thing that was robbing their all too short mortal lives of consciousness, Alren decided to go to the Traveler's Inn.  Large batlike wings would slowly bring his form down to the earth, and he'd wait until the cover of night least he stun the locals.  He still wasn't used to this limited dimension thing and felt that it'd be better if he didn't attract too much attention, at least not at first.<br/><br/>Keeping out of sight, he'd bite his time sharpening his claws and observing just who was entering and exiting the inn, looking at it really more as what a dinner might look at a lobster in the tank at a fancy restaurant.  Give me big RED, she looks like she's got spirit!  Alren smiled and pulled his pack off and got cozy.  He might even try for something exotic?  Chinese for dinner?  It did sound delicious, even if he would be hungry just an hour later.