Asra could never stay in one place, it wasn't in his nature to. He was always a wanderer at heart, but he always made it home, no matter where he went.
There was a solid knock on the front door of the place you called home, and as they answered the door, they found Asra, standing there in all his glory. It seemed he hadn't even gone to his shop to drop off any of his belongings. *"Can I come in?"* His soft voice came, a smile on his face.