Rayne groaned lightly as he stirred from his slumber, gradually escalating to a full yawn and stretch.  The night before had been long and fun, even though he held back a bit on the drinking; there was plenty to do today and he needed his mind hangover free.  He blinked blearily around his room as became aware the his bed was empty save for him.  Despite the inevitable chaos downstairs, Rayne had been meticulous when it came to the order of his room.  That's not to say that there wasn't a speck of dust present, but he was careful about ensuring everything had had its place in the room.  The rich violet velvety sheets of his bed, large enough to fit five people comfortably, was the only thing in disarray at present.  Nearby stood a bookcase packed with tomes containing a wide spread of knowledge, most of which dealing with Arcane theory.  Next to that was a heavy oak desk, a few pieces of parchment spread out neatly over its surface with a pen and inkwell resting at the corner.  Next to that was the sturdy wooden door that provided space between his desk and dresser.  Above the dresser hung Rayne's backpack, loaded and ready to grab at a moment's notice.  Against the far wall were numerous shelves stacked tins and small boxes that contained a myriad of spell components ranging from mundane lint to sunshine folded neatly in a handkerchief.  The last corner of the room was barren save for a large seven-foot diameter ring wrought of silver and securely fixed to the floor.  A common, but not necessarily needed magical circle that helped him focus and shape his magic by keeping out ambient magical energies that would otherwise serve to bump his elbow when performing more delicate workings.  Inside of which lay his bow, surrounded by a myriad of foci and enchanting tools.<br/><br/>Clearly, the sexually appealing girl who was recently hired to staff their pending casino venture had left sometime in the early morning.<em>I'm glad we hired her, she is a very good lay.</em>It was still a little early yet, and Rayne suspected he was the first one awake.  Reluctantly, he rolled out of bed feeling the comparatively  cool air of the room caress his naked body.  His silver furred tail twitched with mild discomfort.  He walked to his dresser and pulled out a heavy white robe; the kind that belonged in a bath house rather than a magical lair.  With wobbly, tired strides, he proceeded to the ground floor to look over the mess that has been left behind from the night before.  The sight made him wince and sigh.  Rayne gestured with a flick of his wrist and a simple effort of will.  "Purgare."<br/><br/>At his command, a magical force set about to clean the room at a gradual pace.  It was mornings like this he was glad to be a wizard and had access to Prestidigitation.<em>One of these days, I'm going to have to figure out how I can enchant the room with the spell so it would constantly clean itself.</em>He left the spell to do its thing to go to the kitchen and grab a quick breakfast to go as he returned to the stairwell and up to his room.  By the time he got there, he had finished his meal and set his mind to the task of his new project of enchanting his bow.  He wasn't sure how much time he had before the others would awaken, but even the shortest time spent on it would contribute to the end product.  Rayne stepped into the ring's perimeter and touched a finger to the silver.  With another small effort of will, he felt a light barrier build up around as though there was a slight pressure change in the room.  At once, he felt the subliminal stirring of the magical energies around him cease like a gentle breeze suddenly cut short by a barrier.  The protection the magical circle offered was delicate at best, all but non-existent overall.  It could stem the tide of ambient energies, but it wouldn't so much as inconvenience a focused spell or any sort of physical object from passing through it.<br/><br/>Rayne sat in a meditative pose, eyes half shut, and set about winding magical energies and his will around the bow before him.