Folding her arms over her chest, I turn and make my out the door a small quiet gasp of surprise coming from her.

    "Um,were are you going? You know its rude to walk away from someone whose talking to you?" She whines, the click of her heels catching up to me as I wound the steps into the front entrance. 

    Standing in the doorway, hood-up, and shaking is Lonán, and for only a moment if looks could kill this woman would be six feet under, probably more if he had a say in it.

    "Are you even listening?!" She sneers placing her hands at her waist before looking towards Lonán. "I am sort of surprised that you survived a fall like that."

    Lonán stomps over his body unreadable as he shoves passed us and back up to the room. I follow and sadly Hazel does as well snickering along the way.

    "Oh, come on now Lonán you lived. Don't be such a sourpuss."

    Stopping in the middle of the hall he turns his head, and with a curt nod Hazel is flung backwards and down the stairs. Shrieking along the way.

    "To damn loud..." He grumbles as he turns back towards the room. His shoulders still shaking as he storms into the washroom and slams the door.

    Closing the door behind me, I prop the dresser up against it just in case she ever tried again. Moving my attention towards the window it is fixed no visible sign that Lonán had just went out of it.

    The silence filled the room, not even the sound of running water filled it as shortly after Lonan stepped out of the washroom in a more relaxed set of the roguish clothes he had been wearing prior. Gloves and cloak still on as he falls back into the seat.

    "Goodnight..." pulling the hood up he folds his arms over his chest and kicks up his feet.

    Sighing I step into the washroom, clean the grim off my body, and pull on my under armor on. Stepping back into the room the lights are dim as I place my armor off to the side. Taking a seat on the bed, I run my hands over my face.

    'This is gonna be a long venture...'