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"Thanks. I'd be interested in possible pointers on golem making, since I'm kinda looking to possibly try it out. I'm out of here for now, but when you next see her, if you'd mention it, I'd apppreciate it." Derek turned to walk up the stairs, waving over his shoulder at Damien before retreating to the relative quiet of his room.

Days had passed, and nothing even remotely eventful had occured. Kahlen hadn't seen a single person, and so he helped himself to a room, and some food. The place was too quiet though, nearly creepy. It was as though the building had been abandoned. The walls, though they repaired themselves, couldn't hide their scars. Everywhere he looked it seemed to cry out to him that it had once been a place of mighty warriors, slimy cowards, beings of good and ones of evil. There was enough blood spilled in the place to drown the first floor, and he could sense it.

It made him shiver, as he continued about his usual day. He kept himself busy any way he could.

He had finished his training, and so he'd cleaned up the training room as best he could. Afterwards, he had a shower and changed into some new clothing, something light and thin. After doing so, he slipped back into the armor and made his way out the door. He was being drawn to something, something distant.

The figure sat up suddenly as though it had smelled something familiar, it's head twisted in the shadows of it's cowl and in moments it was on it's feet headed for the door with purposeful strides. As it slipped outside it began to lope towards the edge of the forest and as it did it's cloak wrapped tightly around it and seemed to shrink. In moments a large falcon had replaced the figure and was winging it's way into the sky and off to a destination it alone knew. It's wingbeats were strong and it's ascent swift as it made it's way high into the sky and soared away nothing more than a common bird.

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He sighed, in relief, as he took hold of the door and pulled it open, just before he stepped inside of the dojo. He, of course, shut the door behind him, as he began to take in his surroundings.
To be honest, he had no clue, as to where he was. He had been out hunting, when he had gotten hopelessly lost, mostly due to his elusive prey; A foul vampire.
The creature had led him on a three and a half day journey, through a long series of underground tunnels, before he had finally caught up to it; Follow by him slaying it, of course.
Shaking his head, causing some snow to fall off him, he did his best to cast aside such thoughts, and move one. He wanted to get warm and perhapse find some food, not sit about thinking of the abhorrent vampire.
One thought, regarding the hunt, was clear however, he didn't want to enter a cave ever again.
Making his way across the room, he found a nice, soft couch, of which he decided to take rest upon. He took his guitar from his back, then set it aside, resting it against the side of the couch, as he sunk down onto the rath comfy looking cushions, of the couch.
Between the comfort of the couch, and the sheer exhaustion that he felt, he couldn't help himself from falling into a deep, sleep. Thoughts of his recent hunt, and of whomever owned this dojo, slipped from his mind, like sand through the hands of a child.

Summer woke up on the couch, after haven fallen asleep earlier. She had her dream, yet again. She frowned, as she slowly wakes up, thinking it over. She only remembered part of it, it was the part about the stranger. She shook her head, she wanted to tell herself that she was being foolish, but she knew better then to believe it to be true. She reached up to touch her collar, before standing up and stretching her body slightly. She had noticed it was yet still empty, she started off towards the right, heading towards the kitchens. She returned later, holding a glass of coke, slowly sipping on it. Her dark hair fell over her eyes, as she peered about.