After taking a few moments to dwell in his hard, but comfortable bed, Jahrun hopped down the hatch again, and into the main room. There, he saw a young woman sipping tea. Her face was concealed, as was Jahrun's, by a huge hat that sat flimsily upon her head. Her hair was wild but delicate and proper, and her figure was dainty and slight. And Jahrun would have thought her a human, if not for her feet, which constantly floated above the ground. 

"I don't suppose you're the reason we have a guard outside our door?" she asked, taking Jahrun by surprise, as he thought he was unheard. 

"Are you a wizard?" Jahrun asked naively, his eyes fixated on her as she span around to face him. Her eyes exploded with light.

"No, I would be a witch." she grumbled "but no, I'm not, I'm a member of the Moon Clan. I'm there... representative, for the Realm Meeting." she took a step closer to Jahrun, who's eyes were hidden beneath a hood and the dim light of the house. "I assume that's why you're here as well? But on more violent terms, obviously." she mocked.

"Yes." Jahrun replied flatly. The woman looked at Jahrun expectantly, but he was oblivious to the answer he was supposed to give.

"Well..." the woman began, floating closer to Jahrun and holding out a hand, her cup oftea floating in place as she let it go "I'm Serene Maikoda."
Jahrun looked down at the gesture, and reached out to return it. But suddenly, Serene withdrew. Then, like a viper, she gripped Jahrun's wrist firmly, and inspected his hand. 

"You have no fingernails..." she mumbled.

"None of the Monkbloods do." Jahrun replied, his face now visible beneath his cowl, but he lowered it anyway. "My name is Jahrun Selassie."