>Rarely.
>Angels do sleep.

>Zophiel's head snapped up from his desk. He remembered
>working - rather diligently, in fact - on a very significant and ,
>lengthy project. For moments after waking, however, he could not
>deduce from the notes before him precisely what had been
>occupying his thoughts and time.

>This House had ever been intended as the refuge of Hope. And
>Zophiel's had just been restored. He stood, saying only,

>"Ravenlord."

Rarely.
Does the innkeeper of Arcadia sleep.

But I was catching a few winks in my little room in the attic of
The House when I felt a stirring in the air. I sat up and looked
around in confusion, took a drink from the glass of water by my
cot. I splashed some water on my face, pulled on my boots, headed
down to the bar feeling a bit confused.

Someone raised an eyebrow in my direction. Asked if I was allright.

"Yeah...yeah, I'm okay. Did you folks hear something?"

Blank looks. I asked a shade for coffee, wondered again where He
had gone.




Winter