Ein started to become a little irritated, getting flashbacks of his hard-to-please father. It's not like he had no room to complain, though. Much to his dismay, she would be doing most of the work. Ein shifted a little, sighing again with a tired look on his face. "Right. I forgot who I was dealing with," he admitted, watching her as she walked off. "Just call it an I.O.U., then. I'll find a better way to make it up to you."  

[i]'And by all means. Watch me all you want. I don't mind.'[/i] The apathy and drowsiness settled in once more as he let out a fierce yawn. When Sinata was gone from his vision, Ein turned around to walk back to town. His last day in town... What a wonderful birthday present indeed, but the preparation and journey seemed like it was going to be hell to go through. He could do it, though. So long as it was for her. 

[center][color=AAAAAA]Truesilver Manor[/color][/center]

Well. It was a manor to the Hero, at least. It turns out, even if you slay an Evil Lord and are showered in riches, you can still spend it all unwisely on alcohol. Their [i]manor[/i] was no different from the other houses in this section of town. It wasn't a hut, but it wasn't a manor either. 

[i]'It looks like Father ended up returning home,"[/i] Ein observed, looking at his father's passed-out body on the floor of the entrance hall (which was nothing more than a prettied-up lobby with a rug on the floor.) Ein knew he wasn't dead (unfortunately) because his snoring could probably be heard from a few houses over. The boy sighed. [i]'This guy's even more pathetic than I am,'[/i] he thought to himself as he carefully stepped over him and went upstairs to his room, where he stripped off what wouldn't be necessary for slumber and buried himself underneath the sheets of his bed. 

This was a night where he could rest well. At least, that's what he thought.