A storm crackles through the sky loudly, huge bursts of lightning echoes. You sit under the outside area looking at the storm. It's in the middle of the night and you feel at peace, suddenly you feel an arm on your shoulder. It's your leader, Ezra. He shows an angry look and stands behind you, expecting you to bow.

"Excuse me, servant. What are you doing out here? Your going to catch a cold. Did anyone give you permission to be out here? Just- Explain yourself, now."