[Ashura usually left the windows to his home open to let the flowers he kept breathe better without risking them on the balcony. It was not that he was stupid enough to think someone could not rob him, it was just what did have they could possibly want and where would they hide if they took it? The only thing worth taking was his sword - but then, he could get that back without having to look for it at all. So an open window it was
He sat now in his living room, a book spread on his lap and tea beside him. He had just used a small burst of fire to warm the liquid when his eye caught a flash of red - ]
Can I help you?
[The tone is not one of welcome, but as if one has found someone rifling through their unmentionables.]