Saburu Urufu was finishing his supper as Jasmine reentered the room. She seemed very happy with her good deed of protecting the keep as she was charged with.
“The Whisper guy stumbled away Mr Urufu!” She beemed. “Is there anything else you require?”
“No little flower, you have done plenty tonight. I am sure its near the hour of marring. After a long hike in and a fine meal, its time for sleep.”
“Shall I assist you to your quarters?”
“That wont be necessary. I am sure I can find my way there.”
“As you wish sir.”
The Sylvari started to gather to empty plates off of the table humming an old tune. Not a scrap was left except the bones which were licked clean to white. Saburu started to walked to the door but stop briefly to listen to the song coming from the murmuring Sylvari. He recognized the tune as some sort of lullaby. But he couldn't place it from where. He shrugged it off and continued to the staircase to where he ascended up to the 3rd floor. He walked down the dimly lit hall to a closed door at the end. He turned the handle and pressed it open. The door cried with angst due to its lack of use. Numerous smells filled Saburu's nostrils as he looked around. Everything was where he had left it prior to his absence. The Boar rugs on the floor; the bear skin and fur bed; and the closet half opened with a shirt lightly wrapped around the bottom of the door. He glanced at the shirt and noted it had not moved. It was a security trap he always placed when gone on long expeditions away from home to ensure no one got into his things. He did note however that the bed had changed slightly and that the blankets were clean. He was strangely happy with the presence of the Sylvari. He knew she could be trusted and that he would be taken care of during his stay. He took the rest of his gear of and layed it around his desk and chair in the room. Save his trusty boot dagger; which slid into another sheath located about his pillow. Never can be too careful even in the comforts of one's own home. He layed his head down and his thoughts then dwell on his past events over his two year absence. Balthazar sent him on a mission back to the Norn lands to seek out information on the Ice Dragon Jormag and assist in the fortification of Cragsted. A Norn stronghold outside of Heolbrak dedicated to Urufu and a rally point against the Dredge and Flame Legion. He couldn't find much other then the fact the dragon sought to spread its power and hold on the weak minded and that the cancer of its malice continued spread throughout the region. His eyes got heavy and he was about to drift to sleep when he heard several thuds down stairs. He rolled out of bed and grabbed his dagger and sword belt slipped back out the door. As he reached the upper hall he could hear the Jasmine calling out to him.
“Mr. Urufu! We have a injured protector!”
Saburu rushed down the stairs and quickly appeared by the Sylvari's side to aid a fellow Sentinel. The Sylvari was on one knee and an Asuran was draped over it with blood dripping to the floor.
“Komaki? What happened?”
“Is that you... Saburu?”
“Yes... but don't speak... this might hurt a little.”
Saburu quickly accessed the little Asura's needs and injuries. There was a blood tricking from his jet black hair. And the right leg seemed to have been yanked in the wrong direction. The Asuran coughed in yelped with each poke and prod Saburu made to his body.
Saburu then placed his large hands on Komaki's head and legs which made them disappear due tot he size difference. He began to chanting a healing spell slowly...
“May the winds of the blessed light touch your soul... Let it clean thine wound and mend you whole.”
And with that a soft breeze and blue mist grew out from Saburu's hands and flowed over the Asurans body. His body twitched and Komaki whimpered as it stung at first. But as it progressed to the rest of his body, the sting switched to a light burn and then a warm sensation relaxing and soothing. His body which was rigid in Jasmine's arms, began to go limp and soft. Startled, the young Sylvari looked up at the Norn as the blue light slowly faded and his hands retracted from the Asura's body. Komaki, now curled in a ball was asleep. His head was no longer bleeding and his leg appeared to have been straighten back into its correct position.
“He should be fine flower. Komaki is a tough little guy that can take and great deal of punishment. We will find out what happened in the morning. But for now, see to it that the entrances to keep are secured. We don't want what happened to Komaki to hit us too.”
Jasmine nodded in approval and passed the Asura to the Norn's waiting hands. She quickly worked her way around hall checking all the windows and doors to ensure they were shut to the wet outside world. In the mean time the Norn carried Komaki up to the second floor and placed the limp Asura body in his room and on the bed. Komaki took in a deep breath as he adjusted his body. Saburu left the room to find Jasmine walking up the stairs.
“We are all locked in!”
“Right...” ignoring the somewhat incorrect answer. It was a report of a job done none the less. “We will inquire what happened in the morning. Since the area is secured, lets get some rest ourselves. You did a fine job Jasmine tonight. You get my approval as a Sentinal here.”
“Thank you! Lets go to bed then”. And off Jasmine went down the stairs to the housekeeper suite for the night.
Saburu looked back at the door leading to Komakis room. 'We will get the buggers that kicked your butt little bro.' He thought to himself. 'Now that we are regrouping, we don’t fight alone anymore'.