Fluttering her eyes open she glanced left and right. In the bed next to her she could see Bentora's tail flicking up and down in the air. Quietly she swung her legs off the bed, slipping to the ground.
      Stealthily she tiptoed to the side door. She slowly turned the knob and pulled it open. A few inches away was another door. Again she spun the knob and pushed it open.
      Her heart jumped as she realized Blake was sleeping right next to the door. With his back against the wall and his arms folded on his knees he slept peacefully. The only thing detracting from his eerie look was the small white kitten curled against his side. She could see Emeryl in the first bed, hugging his pillow. A spider crept in the shadows up the wall. In the next bed Prism lay with his back facing her and a hand resting on his ever present book. Behind his bed she could spot Eric's feet sticking out.
      Without a word she crawled to the first bed where Emeryl slept. Very cautiously she slithered up the side.
      From where he was he watched with one eye. The door next to him was still open and he brushed some of his hair behind his ear. He saw the little girl sneak into the room, and now she just climbed into Emeryl's bed. He reached out to stop her as she passed by but re-decided. She nudged into Emeryl, curling up against him. The priest shifted a bit but stayed asleep.
      Silently he closed his eyes again. Nearby he'd set Eric's sword on the desk. It shimmered dimly, with a faint heat still energizing it. The ruby flickered, hardly enough to be seen by open eyes.
      The dark purple hair and gray suit materialized in the room, still translucent. Without sound he stepped into their room, peering over at the elf with the little drow snuggled tightly. A smile creased his face as he drifted in front of the mage's bed. Hand on his precious book he slept soundly. With another step he glared down at the other purple headed human.
      He crept to the boy's side and squatted down, brushing aside the long purple strands. With a hand brushing his cheek Eric sleepily opened his eyes.
      "Alan?" he yawned, half conscious.
      Grinning he kneeled over Eric and wrapped his transparent arms around Eric.
      "Hey, Alan. Look, we got out of that cave. And that's Blake, he joined us, and so did a chick named Bentora, she's from the old city too. We're going to find dragons now, because then we can revive you." Eric rubbed his eyes and explained what he knew.
      Smirking, Alan smiled politely.
      "We were gonna get you repaired but the smithy said he wouldn't do it. Weird, huh?" Eric continued.
      Again he smiled and nodded, laying his brother back down and pulling the covers over him.
      "Prism was... talking about some sort of gems..." Eric yawned and dozed off in mid-sentence. Still grinning he withdrew back to his feet, glancing over the beds to see a young white boy hovering on the other side of the room. An innocent, almost ignorant smile was planted on the boy's face. He dressed in priestly robes, lacking only the collar and a cross.
      Alan opened his mouth to say something but felt a weak sensation run through him. He peered at his hands as he slowly became more transparent until he finally disappeared. Now alone, the white boy ran his fingers over the cold blade on the table.