As the twinkle of recognition spring forth upon her brow, so does the Pillar know the wielder.<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Trini, Canticle, Coral</div><div class="spoiler_body">As the artifact glows in recognition White-gold lettering springs forth in the oldest tongue, Shieldmaiden of the Glorious Lunar Heavens, the name faded as quickly as it shone, but, had it been there at all.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Trini only</div><div class="spoiler_body">White Jade, symbol of stability, strength and the immovable object shimmered, not quite flowing as simply being a different shape, the view seems to shift so fast between a thousand forms as to make the image seem to flow.</div></div><br/>The day wears on, as the sun reaches its zenith, blazing down upon the road. The prisoners complain about being bound, the heat, being thirsty, hungry, and threaten that if they are not taken care of that Zudrak will make the heroes deaths long and painful. The brother only agrees that Zudrak will make the survivors deaths will be slow, though no complaints from him as he rests from his healing. "A few hours travel behind us is the manse all of this has been stored in forever. It's actually on the way if we are not using the wagons." He offers at the protest of his brethren.