Blade awoke in the middle of the night, a southern woman beside him, under the covers. He signed softly and pushed himself up to his feet and put his dhoti on. Like all Sword Dancers he grabbed his sword, strapping it to his back. He left his cloak and sandals on the floor and walked outside. There he stood in the middle of the empty street putting a hand to his head. The stud stomped his foot now seeing him and blade looked over and smiled lightly. I just needed some air old man.