<strong>13:10/Matron's Quarters/Private Bath/Abduxuel, Micar, construct</strong><br/><strong>Del'vrath-durthiir</strong><br/><br/>Del'vrath-durthiir watched the proceedings with some level of detached interest. Moving to stand behind the Atlas Pillar, both of them observing the event unfolding in front of them. Both servants of the same participant, though both of them unsure what to make of it all. Of course, unlike the Pillar, Del'vrath-durthiir knew exactly what was going on, and why.<br/><br/><strong>Atlas Pillar</strong><br/><br/>The Atlas Pillar had taken up a guard position, standing with the point of its sword resting perfectly between its feet. It was beginning to understand that its peculiar deficiency was not so irrelevant as it had first thought. Whatever feeling it elicited in the act that its master engaged in, seemed to be a point of commonality among the living creatures. It imagined that the purpose of it was...this...but as its purpose didn't include...this...it had no knowledge of it.<br/><br/>(OOC: I'll take over Del when it is required.)