[Cyy'cil Spellcore]

Lauke's bandanna may have belonged to one of his ancestors, but it was undoubtedly his. It wasn't just the way he tied it onto his head. His bandanna formed to his figure perfectly. Smiling at this fact Cyy'cil pulled his chair back from the table.

Dusk had already rolled about Abestat, and the stars glowed up in the pale night sky. Feeling eager, but worn at the same time Cyy'cil spoke "I'm sorry to end this night so quickly on account of my tired state of mind. My mind is shutting down and a bed would work wonders for me right now.". Hoping he hadn't sounded blunt or ill mannered, Cyy'cil closed his eyes for a moment almost nodding off against the table.