You go to bed quite easily enough, enjoying the night breeze coming from your second story window. The night slinking away and getting more and more deeper, with only a few sounds of night life coming from the street, mostly a few rabble rousing drunk adventurers from the local guide houses nearby.<br/><br/>A few more hours go by without any much more trouble, the moon slinking closer to the horizon, with a few stray moonlight beams going through the cracks of the house and windows, to shine on the rapier itself. The rapier basking in the glow, before letting out a cool spring breeze from the tip of the blade, circling around the entire sword before spreading out over the first floor of your house.<br/><br/>A few strands of the golden green breeze lifting up to your bedroom, refreshing the air and cooling it down by ten degrees at least. The breeze is, however, picking up speed and intensity, getting more powerful and full of volume as the minutes tick by.<br/><br/>You'll be awakened by a sound of crashing, perhaps a desk or a lamp falling over. Snapping awake and feeling how cold it is, with Fenrir nowhere to be seen, but most likely still under the bed. On top of the cold there is a breeze that is approaching a strong summer rainstorm, gusting up from the staircase into your bedroom. Downstairs you can hear more things falling over and banging against the walls.<br/><br/>Even before you can even get out of bed to see what is going on, the wind picks up more intensity, lifting up even more smaller objects, with strands of green energy filling the air and empowering the wind even harder. Your hair going everywhere and your sheets flying off into the air, circling around and catching on an sharp object. Your window shutters banging against the wall over and over, before finally clicking on the lock and closing themselves.<br/><br/>Safe to say something weird is going on downstairs.