Alorin climbed up to the Hayloft not wanting to expend any further energy by doing it as he might usually. He threw open the loft door and stared out into the night thinking about the boy and moreover the demon that held him.
Sabre was a canny creature, devlishly charming, and a fighter to match no other among his kind, such was his princely heritage. Why he had shown such an interest in this elvish female and Jelenis was an odd thing. Alorin surmised that he wanted the woman as his pleasure diversion and Jelenis to corrupt...it was whetehr he had figured out what Jelenis truly was, if so the boy's corruption would be slow progress, a trigger would have to be found to instil in him.
He settled in the straw and closed his eyes, he needed to rest, tomorrow, he felt was going to be a long day.