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The large figure was holding a small wooden box that it had taken from the new comer's green bag. With the object in it's hand it moved away from the men's lodgings and quickly headed back out of the black amber territory.

From there Rivven headed back to the men's lodgings, and once there, simply lay on his bed staring at the ceiling, trying to relive the amazing night, and to figure out what he would do the next day. HIs coat and sandals were tossed on the floor, carelessly, which was unusual of him, but he slept in the rest of his clothing, like he always did, to pretend he didn't carry those brand like scars. He kept trying to figure out if they would just pick up where they had left of -but he always found himself bright red when he thought that- or just enjoy the time as friends and let whatever happened be spontaneous and truly heartfelt. He liked the second one, but while he was embarassed to admit it to himself, he liked the first as well. Eventually, he decided it would be best just to let whatever happened happen, and lay until he drifted to sleep smiling, which he couldn't remember the last time he'd done.

The next morning he awoke later than he was used to, and despite the long time awake, he felt rested. Out the window, the sun's position explained that. He checked his wounds before he dressed himself fully again to head out; they were of course still there, but they had sealed quite well, and gotten significantly shallower. However much he wished he could still consider himself human, constructs did have some benefits. He headed down to the area where food was served, and ate his fill, quite a lot this particular day, before heading out to wander about. He'd find something to do, probably excersize and nap alternatively under some shady tree until he decided to pick Morgan up, what he knew he'd be looking forward to all day, to speed his body's recovery of chakra, not that he hoped he'd need it much.

"She's lovely, isn't she? Alright...the name was Rivven? Where are there vacancies." The guy obviously didn't know much about Mordrid How like her not to tell about me but he enjoyed the confused vibe the man was emitting. Also he'd heard a crowd in the wilderness. Sounded like a party.

"Then I will find something for myself." he opened one of the doors and wasn't exactly shocked to find it empty "She knew I was coming. They would have given her a warning." Mordrid carried with him only his clothes, and a small bag with unknown contents. "Some excuse for a mother, no?" he shut the door behind him.

It was the same as before. Flames, pain, anger, sorrow, fear... everything. It was clearer this time though, as if a fog was slowly lifting. He could see the burning buildings and their structure, and feel a large weight pulling his arms limply toward the earth. He wanted to see what it was, but his head wouldn't turn. He looked down an ally, coughing on smoke, to where a large man stood in the entrance. A paniced, somewhat familiar voice, shouting things he couldn't quite make out. The huge man's darker skin shimmered brightly with sweat, and he dominated the alleyway like a collossus, Rivven looking up at it all as if the world had grown giant. The man drew a long, silvery gun in each hand, shouting over his shoulder at them- who was them? Rivven only felt himself but he knew them was right- and ducked around the corner, sounds indistiguishable in the roar of burning following his trail back to Rivven. Fear. Rivven felt more afraid, and more angry as each moment passed. He didn't know whether to fight or surrender -to what?- so he crouched in the end of the alleyway waiting for something to happen, fearing the large man wouldn't come back. Flames licked at his face and he fell on his side, dropping as small body from his arms onto the earth. As large as he though. Panic. Voices, he scrambled to the person on the ground, fearing as much for them as himself as voices neared, and-

He fell out of his bed and landed painfully on the ground. Twisted in his sheets, Rivven slowly untangled himself, finding a hand towel to wipe sweat from his face, torso, and hands. He didn't normally sweat, not easily, and he usually slept peacefully, tossing and turning was unusual, but there was something about this... He sighed dismissively and laid back on his bed, looking over at where his shirt and coat lay on the ground, thinking he might want to get more sleep instead of going out if he was tired enough to let some odd dream do this to him. At least he'd sharpened his knife and fixed the hole in his shirt before going to sleep; he might not accomplish anything esle that day. He didn't feel tired anymore, and his body and chakra seemed to finally be normal again, but he didn't get up off the bed, wondering if he had more reason to stay or go.

Rivven jumped when he heard the voice, and got out of bed, feeling a lot better than he would have expected a minute or two ago, and scrambling to pull on his shirt as he came to the door of his room, leaning out. "Morgan! This is a bit of a surprise, may I help you with anything?" he asked, tucking the shirt into his pants and smoothing on tightly at the door, before suddenly jumping again, and looking both ways, relieved there was no one else in the hall to see him that way; with nothing but pants on and pulling on a skintight shirt with nothing to cover it. He was acutely aware that he didn't have the scar on his forearm covered either, though he was certain she couldn't have missed it the night before, and thus fairly confident it wouldn't raise a fuss of any sort now.

He immediatly blushed when she said it, pretty sure at what she meant this time, but kissed her on the ckeek. "That! Oh, yes, of course. Can you give me a moment to gather myself?" he said, more doing it to be polite than really asking, going back into his room and grabbing his socks to pull on, leaving the door open so she could follow him in if she wanted. It was a bit messy, he had the materials for caring for his knife and chain, which he had yet to get back, out in the middle of the floor, though in good order, and the covers were still twisted an half hanging off the bed. He tugged the socks on, twisting them until they fit just right, and began strapping on the sandals quickly. He decided to give it a try teasing her back, though he thought he'd probably just make a fool of himself. "Of course, what is a party if one goes alone? Surely there must be some beautiful young lady to accompany me?" he asked in a playful tone, hoping as he said it that she realized she had not actually asked him to go with her in that, and didn't completly miss it and assume he was meaning something completely different.

Morgan woke up next to Rivven and yawned. The ki would only last so long, but she had a rather late supply of it now. Standing up she placed the circlet back on her head and straightened up the ties. It'd be good training Quin. Since he was utterly fresh when it came to anything she might even be able to teach him to braodcast. "Goodbye" she whispered to Rivven and blew him a kiss before leaving.