[center][color=crimson][u][h3]S A M A E L[/h3][/u][/color][/center]

At the base of the temple steps if one listened close enough the light buzz of someone's snores carried from the treetops encroaching the holy place. Amidst the branches of the golden leafed tree-line the curious or keen-eyed could have easily spotted the silhouette of a boy stretched out lazily upon a large bough, his snores rustling the golden leaflets slightly. 

He was welcomed by the monks and even the refugees but he politely declined not really feeling comfortable around a bunch of strangers no matter how much he would have liked to sleep fireside. But Samael was content to snooze amongst the branches of trees, the moonlight filtering through the leafs and the wind gently caressingly him.