It had been several days since Alnnar arrived at the mansion. For those days he had little company, save for the butler, but for him this was normal. Until that man came to him in the desert it had been nearly a hundred years since he had any contact with people. Though for him this was a short time. Since he was not wandering, he found there was little to do. He had a room, but he had only been in it once. He didn't really own anything except for his clothes and his sword. Neither did he require much sleep. He spent the last few days training and meditating. The human didn't seem to bother him at all, after the first day learning that the Jinn required very little. His fires sustaining him. 

      He had also wandered around the grounds. Studding them, learning what he could. This was not his desert where he had the advantage terrain. Besides a wanderer, he was also a warrior and knew full well the advantage of understanding and knowing your surroundings. Looking for good places to defend and strike out should the situation require it. Other then that it had been quite and almost like home in that since. Though on this morning he was on the roof of the house. Sitting with his legs crossed, hovering in the air. His fingers interlaced with the exception of his index fingers, which here straight out touching at the tips, his thumbs going the opposite direction. His eyes were closed as he hovered there, and the air around him rippled and was distorted by the heat emanating from his body. Making it seem like he was a mirage as anyone looking at him would see his form distorted by the heat.