Elaros had woken up early that morning, barely having slept the night before, on account of leaving all of the candles lit. By the morning, they were all but burnt out, the floor beneath each one spattered with wax. He glanced at the few shadows left in his room, including the shadows beneath his sheets, before slipping out of bed. He kept The Seed in his drawer, now, deciding it best that he not wear it for a while.
By around ten in the morning, he had descended, flanked by his guards, into the communal room of the fairly high-class inn he was staying in. It was a common locale for nobles traveling here or passing through.
He approached the counter, and ordered some wine.
"Did you hear about the fire?" The innkeeper asked, adjusting his well groomed mustache.
"Hear about it?" Elaros chuckled. "It was my party that was burned down by it."
"That's just dreadful, sir. At least nobody was killed. Say, did you hear about the woman they found?"
Elaros' eyes snapped to the innkeeper's. "Continue," He said, halfway through a sip of wine.
"Oh yeah, they found her buried under the whole thing, in the ashes. It's a miracle from above that she's survived."
Elaros sighed, an action that made bubbles in his wine.
"Praise the gods."