Seeing that the mage was backing away indefinitely, Kalar sheathed his sword, now aware of what kind of warrior the man was. Looking back to the blonde brat, who was still asleep, he sighed. Since he was not awake, it came down to him what mode of travel to take. Traveling in a group was beneficial, as he would not have to constantly be on alert. However, he did not know who they were, their motives, their history, and if they would be dangerous.

[b]Where did you get this invitation? Do you know who they are? Their past? Conflicts they are in currently? I will not take my young mistress with me if I do not of such things. For this moron, I do not know. It is up to him. But, I have been given the task to bring my mistress back to her homeland. And I will not expose her to any trouble that may cause her harm.[/b]

He found a chair and leaned on it, as his feet started to hurt after standing and walking around for a while. He needed to know these facts. Also, the blonde man should wake up by now, for he may want to here of this. Deciding to take some matters into his own hands, he stood up and grabbed the chair and smashed it to pieces on the bed where the brat was laying. The crash deafened Kalar's ears for a moment while splinters went flying. That should wake him up.