You were staying in a castle with your Uncle Oliver and some others, due to a long journey you've been making. It's a huge place that belongs to some mage you don't even know, but it's very comfortable somehow. There's a small crafting room they decided to put you in, since it's small and cozy, just how you like it. A small fire place, candles on the walls to light the place, a comfy bed, a small desk with lots of crafting supplies on it, and a whole bookshelf on how to make enchanted jewelry or weapons. It was a calming atmosphere.

As you walked to bed, you began to feel a tad bit woozy from blood loss earlier. The owner of this castle insisted on taking a bit of your blood for examining. Though, that little bit turned into about 20% of your blood, which has made you all lightheaded most of the day. You were just happy to finally get some rest and lay down. Though as you did, you heard footsteps coming to the door, and it creak open. Surprisingly, it was Kosmima; a demon whom the mage owned. He was very large with a skull like face, and he wore a cloak that exposed a bit of his fluffy chest. He was very quiet and the mage who owned him said he wouldn't hurt a fly. Though you couldn't help but be a bit weary of him. He froze a bit when he saw you, though bowed his head slightly

"My apologies, I was unaware they housed you in here. I have some jewelry I must finish before sunrise, may I?" he questioned, nodding over to the desk beside your bed. It was odd hearing him speak so quietly and calmly. The only time you heard a word out of him was when everybody was arguing earlier at the several meetings held here. He seemed like a pretty aggressive being, to be honest...Even so, he came and sat down at the desk beside the bed, only putting on a small candle so he wouldn't disrupt your sleep much. He was a quiet and peaceful presence, surprisingly. He glanced over to you every now and then, actually speaking up once.

"Are you recovering alright?" he questioned, keeping his gaze still and downward.