It had been only lunch a few hours ago, Cook having made some sort of stew since the Lady was having stomach problems again. It always seemed to happen around her Moon time. Aw...the poor witched and that time of the month, such horrors. There was a small smirk on the Sadist's face as he thought of the pain women had to go through, the gut wrenching torture from bleeding out.

Of course not many women described it as such...but he had to guess. 

Walking out into the sun from the much darker insides of the house was a shock to the males gold eyes, making him cover them. He should have remembered a hate. Then and again, he had tried something with his hair that morning, and he'd be damned if he were to mess it up. So with a squint and an arm stretch the Warlord started walking to the stables. That was when a rip in the colors came, his Black Jewel on his hand shooting energy up his arm before he just blipped in and out of existence.

It felt like both and eternity and no more time than a blink, before he was standing infront of a man who was yell about welcomes and seats. 

There was a flicker of annoyance before he walked forward, looking at the ground and again to the man before he walked up to stand as close as ten feet. "What is this place?" His hands had slipped easily into his trouser pockets.