After an hour or so meditating, Jastian brought himelf out of the trance.  He stretched, accompanied by a little groan, stiff from sitting in one position for an hour.  Still, a smile came to his lips.  It had been worth it.  As always, meditating helped him deal with his duality, the issues left by his parents.  It didn't help much in terms of the people around him, but the half-Orc decided that he was very different for many reasons long ago.  The monks had shown him that.<br/><br/>He stretched again before tossing on a tunic and heading for his door.<br/><br/>-> To the Tower (unless intercepted)