[b][u]Polaris[/u][/b]
Polaris let out a heavy sigh as she fell on the down mattress. She took off the cyan sash around her waist that helped keep her actual body on her person. 
[i]Welcome back Polaris. Did you find your target?[/i] a serene voice asked in her head as she put her sword amongst the rather large collection of weapons in the corner. 
[b]”Yeah. He is most likely flirting with her to get some information right now. Abur having fun?”[/b] 

[i]Drunken fools are easier to manipulate into stirring up some chaos. This is child’s play, but I’ll take what I can get.[/i]

[b]”So that was partially your doing after all.”[/b] Polaris let out another sigh, She looked down at herself and saw some red stains on her skin. She walked over to the pile of weapons and unsheathed her sword and got out a few cloths and an oil rag. [b]”Looks like I need a bath. Hopefully Wrens will be done by the time I am done oiling down. Who else wants to get cleaned up for tomorrow?”[/b]

[b][u]Wrensthav[/u][/b]

[b]“My apologies ma’am, I was known by a number of titles where I came from, but these days I am glad to be called by my given name. Wrensthav Aviovus, at your service.”[/b] He was trying his best to diminish the scent of tropical waters and magical power. Polaris often said it was very disorienting to walk into a wintertown inn room and have the feel and smell remind her of an island retreat.

[b]“As to the reason I have come to Ravenfell; I am also a relic collector of sorts, mainly dealing with weapons rumored of holding miraculous powers. The more troubling ones I am burdened to travel with at all times. What they rarely mention is that they have a tendency to talk to you almost the entire time you have them on your person.”[/b]