Alistair stretched on his king sized bed and let his eyes open slowly to scan his strange surroundings. He was sleeping in a strange room, on a strange bed and at a time of the day when he would normally be on his way home. He sat up on the bed then took a few minutes to recollect the events of the day, he was shaking his head now as the memories came flooding back. He had made a mistake but knew it was not something he should be dwelling on, he did not want any thoughts of regret weighing him down or sharpening his senses because he did not trust his hosts yet. They were yet to earn his trust and would need to do so sooner or later if they expected him in all the majesty of an angel to work with them who he considered tainted and impure. To all angels the mages, kravians and most especial
