"Being not dead only helps so much in this situation." Wrenna told him, feeling like she was at her wits end as she started to look around the room. This must have been someone's art room as there were drawing and painting materials scattered all around along with numerous paintings hung onto the walls. But what caught Wrenna's attention the most a box with what appeared to be a drawing of...her head inside...she went over to investigate and found many, many pictures of her. "What in the..." She looked over them Yes..they were all her, there was no mistaking her own face. A few of them even showed them completing the trails and in other settings...

Wrenna was brought out of her stupor by the sound of a low thud and soreth's frantic calling. She turned and marched back to the door. "Why in the name of good and evil, are their so many portraits of me!? Who drew those!?...It was you wasn't it!?" the room was connected to his after all and he was worried about her seeing the drawings. "Why did you do that!? And...You were spying on me!?" It was the only way he would have known what she looked like up till now..."I can not believe you! We're prophecied to kill one another and you're not taking this seriously!"