Carrying out a small set of clothes, all of them a nicely blurred grey, he threw them on the table while checking himself out in the reflection of his window. It was hard to see where his body stopped and where the shades began. Which was exactly what he wanted.<br/><br/>"Shula, get dressed, we're going on a little adventure, and please hurry, it's going to be a very time sensitive one."<br/><br/>For the past few weeks, they had been training nonstop, and he could feel Shula's discomfort with the things they were fighting, and he could sense it himself. He'd been taking notes, keeping track of each of the things they'd been put up against. He tried to notice everything he could about each thing he'd fought, simple things like the color of the beast's fur, or particular marks like old scars or deformations. The amount of notes he had collected was actually pretty impressive, and he had it filed into a little folder tucked nicely into his garbs.<br/><br/>"The foundation's got me curious, and I know you know something's up too, so we're going to find out."<br/><br/>Normally Faelan wouldn't be so inclined to breach the foundation like his, he remembered the consequences last time it had happened, but he had looked through some of Larentia's older notes for him on simple hacking and the like, and he felt fairly confident he'd find something of interest.