"On the sixth ring, of course. The Guardian of the Sixth is very nearly a deity himself, and holds everyone there to incomparable standards. I spent about a year there, after you left... that was about all I could take. Most last a month. And I'll see about arranging for some of my best students to accompany you, though I hate to lose too many, mid-season," she said.<br/><br/>He made the journey up to the Sixth layer of Heaven, the next morning;unlike the lower layers, the entire place feels... not quite<em>hostile,</em>but harsh and unforgiving. The brilliant, blinding light takes some getting used to, too, as does the thin atmosphere, and harsh weather conditions. It's mostly uninhabited, but he spots a large monastery, carved into the side of the mountain, right where Aviendha said it would be.<br/><br/>When he arrives, he'll find two dozen winged combatants, already engaged in training combat, their instructor walking amongst them. A tall, strikingly handsome man, practically an Adonis, wearing his armor and weapons with supernatural ease. This was a man who had seen his fair share of fighting, and was no stranger to it. He moved swiftly between the groups, surprisingly gentle in his corrections, though Draiss' skilled eye can see that he is tasking them with near-perfection, correctign even the slightest flaws in their stance and movements.