Vannor is bored. His love hasn't come to see him or anyone in almost a whole week, making Vannor have to entertain himself by wandering around or resting with the other incubi.

Vannor is laying in the nest the concubines shared. Some huddled, some louging, some sleeping. Vannor is in a pile with other concubines, leaned back on the plush pillows, staring up at the ceiling with an annoyed expression and a goblet of wine in his hand.