The tug on his pant legs broke Wrenn's reverie over his momentary clairvoyance. He glanced down to see Viloet again struggling with the armor. 'She won't last much longer in that,' he thought, reaffirming his belief that she couldn't possibly be the target the guild was using for their test. "As you wish, m'lady." He answered, trying to reassure her with his sense of calm and confidence.<br/><br/>Though they really didn't even have to go into the mead hall to attain the privacy desired. Standing sentinel was a privacy fence almost as high as Wrenn's chest and easily taller than Viloet. Shrubbery also provided a significant amount of concealment within the fence. It was a good thing, too. The doors had been locked and it seemed like nobody was answering.<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Mother listen, please.</div></div>