[Sadrain]

Saien opened his eyes and found him self laying in small, not very comfortable bed. His vision was blurred, the endless hills and valleys of Dream realm overlapping the sight of small and plain room. Which was the usual 'travel' after-effect for this elf. If someone had opened the doors to this room just a moment ago, they would have found it empty. He was more careful, creating an illusion of a sleeping form, if there was a chance of someone seeing him.

Man sat up and sighed, run hand trough his black hair and then got up. Afterwards, he went trough the usual, normal morning routines, more out of habit than actual need, although, they helped to keep image up, and headed downstairs for small breakfasts. Saien ate little, his gaze wandering over the people in motel's dining room, but thoughts far away, with person he had not seen for little over century. He felt guilty, for abandoning her, making her worry and doubt him, for sure. But at that time, there was little he could do and afterwards... No, there was little he could use in his defense.

After his meal, man got up, paid for his stay and the meal, thanked the host kindly and went on his way, smile on his face. Many looked back at the elf, bundled up in nearly winter coat, soft wool scarf loosely wrapped around his neck and gloves covering his hands. If the day had been a bit colder, Saien would also wear his dear hat, but for now, he felt comfortable as it was.

As the midday approached, more and more fled the streets to return to safe and cool shelters from the sun and have a glass of cold juice or beer. Saien, too, pulled off his scarf and stuffed it in his black, messenger styled bag, and unbuttoned the two top buttons of his coat. He was softly whistling some old elven song when he spotted something that made him get out his leisure posture.

Saien ran towards the scene of three men holding a young girl, probably planning to rob her - or worse. He quickly put his gloves into the pockets and put hand on intricate handler of his sword. "Let her go, now," he said in threatening voice, now behind one of the men. They apparently were one of many demon and half-breed mercenary and thug bands wandering the country in these times of war. Of course, they didn't listen and small scene of battling and attempting to run away ensued.

Saien was rather skilled with swords, but he was against bloodshed - it was not in his nature - so, he usually used sword only to disarm opponents and as an explanation why they went out cold, when his real powers put the enemies to sleep. So, two of beings fell quickly, but third attempted to run away with woman's bag, but was caught before managed to get away more than few meters. Saien sheathed his sword and picked up the bag from his hands, before walking back to the victim, with warm smile.

"Here you go," he said, giving it back to her. "You are not hurt in any way, are you?" Saien questioned, as his expression turned worried and he discreetly slid his eyes over her, looking for any bruises or cuts. The man did not want to seem rude or scare her more than the thugs had.