[b]Grimoire Card:[/b] Randal the Vandal [spoiler]An eliksni walked slowly into it's designated resting quarters, and knelt on the cushioning before a small shrine. It had been a long day. Stationary Guard duties always felt longer than they were, but that's all he seemed to get anymore. He removed his mask and took a large breath of ether, and began to mediate. He knelt there for some time, until his body ached, breaking his trance, causing his mind to wander. Life had gotten worse once the Thieves took notice of his strength. They'd come, they'd fight, they'd die, they'd come again, and again, and again. Dead soldiers never stayed dead. They seemed to develop a fondness for him, every now and then, they would wave at him before continuing with their business, he never waved back. They have event taken to calling him "Ruńe-dál." An intresting gesture to say the least, calling him by a name as honorable as "Holder of Wisdom" as well as in his tongue. But lately, they have shown less intrest in him, most likely due to the campaign Skolas lead. What a fool to think himself Kell of Kells. "Feh" Ruńe-dál scoffed at the thought. Next he'd think himself he who could catch the stars. As naive as a Dreg, he is. True Kell of Kells would know when to strike and where to strike from. True Kell of Kells could unite the Houses with patience, not with force. True Kell of Kells would know Humility from the work of a Dreg as well as Honor from the work of a Kell. "Mhhhh..." Ruńe-dál pondered, and stood from his shrine, walking to a container chest. 'At least one good thing came from that fool's dream,' He thought, opening the chest to find the Robes of a Kell with a sign that resembled no House. 'Thieves think True Kell of Kells agenda is in motion,' Ruńe-dál thought, 'I shall fulfill my duty and unite the Houses, but all things in due time' He thought before closing the chest. The eliksni walked back to the shrine to retrieve his mask and left his quarters. [/spoiler]