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The room that Rohaan would come to observe was small, perhaps a little more than a fairly large closet. A casual observer would find a single bed just as thin and lumpy as the others, if only a little better dressed than those seen in the common sleeping quarters. A single bedside table with a couple of draws and a single book resting on its surface; “Life as Written by Yggdrasil.” It was a religious text purportedly written by the Protector and Preserver of Life itself. While well maintained and properly cared for, it was a book that Xander would leave undisturbed in its locations. A single object weapons rack was built into the wall beside a standing coat rack in the corner beside it. The room was entered and exited by the same wooden door, typically smaller than an average door but functional nevertheless, and it came with a lock. The latter detail was of particular importance to Xander. 

Upon speaking his words, Xander began to stir from his restful sprawled out position on his belly. He withdrew his exposed arms from above his head, the armor like scales of his left arm catching on the rough spun sheet that covered the hay that had been used for stuffing. He pulled them beneath himself slowly, confused as to what had aroused him from his sleep. A voice? A familiar voice, but an oddity as he had locked the door before closing his eyes. Staring at his pillow while pushing his chest up off the “mattress,” the young boy’s breathing began to quicken and his heart to race. Fear was slowly setting in, washing over the fog of sleep. 

Then the boy turned his attention towards the wafting breeze come from the open window set more towards the ceiling. His fear turned to panic. Not because he was worried that he might be in danger. Rohaan had helped Xander to turn his xenophobia into something more of a nuisance rather than an irrational fear. For the first time the darkness slowly devouring his arm had been entirely visible, accentuated even by the warmth of the morning sun that he would not even feel. Quickly the boy pulled it to his abdomen attempting to conceal it in the folds of his undershirt. 

“How’d you get up here?” Xander yawned looking towards the locked door. Obviously, he had momentarily forgotten the greater details of the previous nights conversation. 

The young boy did not wait for an answer. He had his own insecurities to deal with. The boy moved to the coat rack in the corner, pulling from it a durable travel cloak and wrapped it around his shoulders, securing it quickly at the neck. With his scarred arm concealed once again, Xander took a better look at his friend. He eyed the knife with a certain level of admiration, less so because of its viability as a weapon but because of the level of character Rohaan had shown in providing it. Reaching up Xander caught the blade in his clean hand only a split second after his new friend had released it. 

Holding the small knife, perhaps a utility blade for performing odd jobs Xander thought of the implications. [I]”Hidden…[/I] he considered before crouching down and concealing the blade against his leg on the inside of his boot. A fitting place for such a subtle blade. Of course, it would not act as his primary weapon. Xander turned his attention towards the sheathed short sword hanging on the weapons’ rack. 

[B]”Suppose we should eat ‘fore we go? Keep it light?”[/B]

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