Saber nodded. "Indeed. I fear it's too early for true celebration, however. Our foes are still out there, and now they know my face, while we know little."
Siegfried turned to leave the room. "If we have nothing else to discuss, I will take my rest now." Leaving the room, he headed to one of the yet-unoccupied bedrooms in the building. Looking around to ensure he wasn't being watched, he started to draw what would appear to be meaningless scribbles to most on the door and it's frame. After he finished there, he traced more symbols on the walls, floor, and ceiling of his room. When he finished, he sat down heavily on the bed.
"Why the runes, my lord?" Saber had looked on in confusion while his Master drew them out.
"Simply a precaution, Saber. I don't trust our supposed allies, and I assume they feel the same way about me. Should anyone try to use magic on me or anything in this room, I will know. I'm rather exhausted, so that is the extent of my fortification for tonight." Siegfried began undressing to prepare for bed.
Saber looked down for a moment. "I apologize, my lord."
The mage made a dismissive gesture. "You can't change what you are, Beowulf. If you didn't use that amount of prana, you wouldn't be that powerful. Besides, that is not the only reason."