For Dhemetrius mornings were usually a quiet event, his meals were prepared for him, they included something sweet, something fruity and something savory. His favorite was always french toast with fresh berries, an over easy egg, and herb roasted potatoes. Despite his noble upbringing the elf never developed the sensitive and refined palette that his parents had, who ate things like poached eggs, salmon gone toast with little fish eggs and the like. He much preferred what people would call "comfort foods". His breakfast choices were not those typical of an elf from Surarmar.

On this morning the nightborne found himself enjoying his meal in the quiet morning, listening to the world wake up around him, sipping his cafe au lait, and perusing the local newspaper.

Dhemetrius normally took his breakfast out in the garden where he would watch the sun illuminate the flowers and could feel the gentle cool breeze against his skin. This is where he was when he heard it. A rustling in the flower beds, a disconnected sort of shambling noise, something hidden among the vegetation was heading right for him. The nobleman rose slowly from table, no weapon in hand, a spell on the tip of his tongue. Growing ever more anxious as the noise came hurtling closer, when at the last second it came crashing out of the bushes, Dhemetrius yelled the spell aloud and the creature was caught.

Held in a large, floating bubble, was a poor little mana saber cub. It's large eyes wide and confused, probably as to how it was suddenly floating in the air.

It had been a while since Dhemetrius returned home to Surarmar. The stars overhead looked the same as ever, the night air was cool against his skin. It wasn't that he was unhappy to be home, he should be glad that his latest sea faring adventure had not only been successful but also one he was able to return from.

The journey had been perilous after he and his crew and their stowaway had reached the islands hidden away from many a men. Old traps and enchantments guarded the island treasure, many a times he and his crew were stumped and surely would've had to return back empty handed if not for their clever little plus one. The masked vigilante proved to be rather gifted at solving puzzle and knew a thing or two about old arcane magic that helped overcome the obstacles they faced. Thankfully so, because with his help Dhemetrius was able to complete his mission and bring back dozens of old scrolls and tomes to Lady Thalyssra.

The fact is Dhemetrius was grateful to be back home, among the familiar faces and the places he grew up running around as a little lad. Life here was simple and easier than life out on the road, paperwork and managing the family's finances were the most difficult part of his responsibilities and those paled in comparison to facing down demons, raging elementals or strange occultists.

And yet, the yearn for adventure still pulled on his slippered feet. The wind seemed to call to him, and he longed to answer it.

But where would he go? What should he do? Was he needed anywhere? Would things be fine if he left so shortly after returning from his last voyage? Where would this adventure take him and for how long? Was there even an adventure to be had?