(Did not mean to imply that someone wasn't doing their duty as DM. On the contrary, the load you took up is rather daunting all at once. Load reduction muchly needed?)<br/><br/>Wrenn took his time exiting from the bath and drying himself off. Nothing was quite as satisfying as satisfying an experienced woman, except for perhaps the notion that she was looking forward to more of the same. While the meal would assuredly be delicious, the details weren't important. Nor were the ins and outs of Wrenn and Leia's... ins and outs. Painting her insides with his seed was the most certain of outcomes, but the method he excersized would be done behind closed doors.<br/><br/>It may or may not have been until the bunny was worn out for the day, but he'd be sure to leave behind an admirable tip if it seemed as though Leia was turning in for a nap. Assuming it was still on his person, Wrenn would leave the city's protective walls and find a relatively open and unobserved space to test out the Sword of Light. Or rather, the hilt of it.<br/><br/>Examining the rod, he pondered what the... thing did to make the blade appear. The pygmy had much time to spare, going mad and mastering the blade's secrets. And with whatever was in that coffin being released, they didn't exactly have a lot of time themselves. Pointing the hilt as though it were his own sword, he shouted out "Light, come forth!"