"I will not fall asleep." That much, he can guarantee! Passing out from low mana is a different thing - but, even then, he hasn't been at this for too long just yet.

For now, once Popp agrees to the plan, Mithrun vanishes, leaving a small array of displaced, broken branches in his wake.

Some distance away and overhead, there's a faint rustling as he settles on a limb, like some kind of fucked up bird.