Smiling a little, Aruolahs took a drink of wine. "Messer, it would be foolish to believe that I have no ideas as to how the castle got here. In truth, I believe I know the exact cause. However, there are certain things that I'm not to tell anyone. You must understand, this place is sacred, thus I have to respect the words of my late master."<br/><br/>Fasken stood up, shocked at what he was hearing. "Late master? So.... You were...?"<br/><br/>Aruolahs simply nodded. "Yes, I served under the Djela king. This brings me into sir Isk'karra's question. My purpose here? It's still a bit unclear. Perhaps just keep the place looking nice? If so, I honestly believe I've done well."<br/><br/>Fasken eyed the woman. "But... You look human..." He wasn't sure what to believe right now.<br/><br/>Aluorahs tilted her head. "Is it so hard to see that I may be half human?"<br/><br/>"And half...?"<br/><br/>A smirk spread across her face. "Djela? Yes."<br/>________________________<br/><br/>Back in the medical room, Aikiden wa finally coming to, finding herself in quite a bit of pain. Looking at herself, she realized she was mostly healed, in terms of someone doing anything medical on her. She then saw the Guardian, multiple punctures in his arm and some other injuries from his chest. Sitting up, she pretty much ignored the fact that her petite breasts were uncovered. She wasn't used to anything of this sort, so she thought nothing of his view.<br/><br/>"Th-thank you... For helping me...." She spoke uneasily, and still a bit tiredly. She then held his arm and inspected it. "These... Are from my.... Back.... I'm sorry..." Aikiden realized she really needed to work on her English, as it may become difficult if conversation got any more complex.