[i]Well one thing is for sure, the short amount of time since arriving here on 'Atlas', as the talking cat cat claimed this world was called, was very eventful.[/i] The one thing that surprised Wrensthav, was that only one of the person who woke around the crater who up and ran was the lady with the exotic clothing. To her credit, she did awaken before the cat Azula could calm her down with her warm but authoritative presence.

Even though he hadn't uttered a word to anyone; the cat seemed to take a liking to him. 

[i]She must see me as a mobile tree.[/i] He thought to himself as he lead the group along the path that she pointed out to the oasis.[i] A tree or a good flag pole for people to follow in this forest. [/i]

He forced himself to take a drink from the oasis pool and did note that the water did heal with a tingling feeling that eased the burns away. It took a lot more effort to do so for some reason. He wondered if he suffered from rabies before he was transported here or if there was some other reason why he had to will himself so hard to even get close to the pools edge.

He bent over the water when it stilled to get a better look at his face. There in the mirrored pool, was the face of what looked to be jaded, thin, and annoyed; which could be considered threatening, or, at the very least, intimidating. A long scar still marred the right side of his face. [i] That's odd, I thought this pool was supposed to heal all wounds[/i] He reflexively traced the outline of his disfigurement. [i] No wonder why the other lady left in such a fright.[/i]

Figuring he spent enough time gazing at his own reflection, Wrensthav stood up and addressed the conscious members of the party.

[b]"It would seem we have been given a couple of suggestions to go on before our official guide returns. Has anyone thought of what they would like to be called? I myself am rather fond of the name Wrensthav Aviovus. Has a nice ring to it."[/b]