[b][u]Wrensthav Aviovus[/u][/b]
Wrensthav finally entered in his shared room with Polaris. Turning on the lights to a low setting he was greeted by a golden reflection on top of several oily rags. Polaris’ dress was also hanging on the door, her persona nowhere to be seen. Wrensthav let out a sigh before picking up Bergecrest and an oiled rag.

[b]”How is she taking this job so far?”[/b] Wrens asked the sword as he started the tedious task of whipping the dust and dirt from the many curbed ribs of the blade.

[i]Huh? What? Oh, you are finally back. Polaris is none too thrilled that you took so long with “the pretty elf lady”. Also, something about waking your stupid sad ass up in a few hours. I think she may hit you with a bucket of ice water this time.[/i]

Wrensthav shivered when he heard just how she was planning on waking him. The only time that she dissolved her persona was when she was either extremely tired or very upset with him. He was hoping that this time it was the former since it looked as if she polished all the weapons that could be polished.

[i]Something else on your mind, Ancient Sleeper? [/i]

[b]”’The pretty elf lady’ tried to appraise my magical prowess. Thankfully she didn’t go far enough for ‘Him’ to take notice.”[/b]

[i]It would not be good if ‘he’ put our mission in jeopardy. What else did you learn?[/i]

[b]” She knows when to back off and that I still smell too strong for those who are sensitive to auras.”[/b]

[i]From what I remember none of the other guardians could fully disguise their auras… and Terra didn’t even bother. Who will you be using tomorrow?[/i]

[b]”Most likely you and possibly Featherblade”[/b] Wrensthav answered. He finished cleaning up the last serration and sheathed Bergecrest. Dawn would be breaking in a handful of hours. Hopefully he wouldn’t be swimming by that time.

[b]” Rest well my thirteen. The mornings trail will only be the beginning.”[/b]