Azurael looked up at the sky. She would not stop the rain, she liked rainy weather.

"Personally I think it would be best that the Princess does not stay in camp. Her mere presence could incite rebellion at best, a revolution at worst. We can not have a war on Terrain soil, not this early." Azurael said.

"I apologise if my opinion is unwarranted." Azurael said meekly.

Azurael lead the way to her tent and retrieved the Relics:
- A pair of scimtars with a gold hilt and a blade bright silver in colour, which seemed to glow with in inner light. The scabbards and belt were plain and black but finely worked.
- A pair of gauntlets made of the same luminous metal as the sword.
- A circlet made in a celtic type braid pattern, also out of the abovementioned metal.

The Relics were wrapped in a plain brown sack cloth type rag.

"The craft for the Relics was lost long ago and no trace of thier metal remained on Genisis, at least on the Angel side. Many searched, but alas."