Why did I not think to simply take blood from sleeping people instead of asking? It does not matter any longer I suppose. And now I must ponder what I feel might be the more difficult objective. Rozalin pondered to herself as she headed to her room. She locked the door behind her, taking what Balthier had said earlier to heart. She placed the syringe of blood very carefully in her bag, then set her things aside and laid down on her side in bed, but stayed awake as she could not keep herself from continuing to ponder.