"Ugh..." Buwaro groaned as he sat up, rubbing the side of his head. It felt like he had slept on Thadius again. Which was impossible, since she was in her left cloak pocket.

"Mornin' Rhea, Mormon' Kieri..." He mumbled sleepily. He then realized there was a distinct lack of wool cover falling off of him, which made his ruby red eyes shoot open. Only then did he realize he was not where he was when he fell asleep.

"Kieri? Rhea? Mr. Sinclair? Anyone?!" Buwaro called out as he got to his feet "...Mommy?" He patted himself down, thankful that whatever had dragged him here at least put his cloak back on him before they took him. It was small comfort, however, as he realized he was alone.

'I didn't make THAT big a mess when I spilled that soup, did I?' Buwaro thought to himself, remembering how he had ruined last diner. After taking a brief look around, he realized he had been taken to a small grassland just outside a building with a sword hanging above it's door. It was bittersweet- it told him wherever it was he was at wasn't completely foreign, but the sword's blue hilt simply reminded him of Kieri. 'I wonder where she is right now...' He thought to himself, his ears folding down as he went inside...

...And ran head first into a gaggle of weapons. And people holding those weapons. Only then did he realize that he was without his disguise that he usually had to wear into villages and other populated areas. And considering some opinions towards demons..."P-Please don't kill me." He sputtered out, slowly backing towards the door.