The Fallen Solar watches as the waters spray athwart the small boat his black eyes writing with vile energy as the vessel progresses toward its destination.<strong>"What do you know of the guards of the Terminal Archives dread ferryman?"</strong>Tzadkiel ripples with blue light as he casts heal upon himself--removing the scars from the Planetar's holy water. His eyes move across the waters of the Styxx looking for damned souls, other craft, anything that might provide a moment of passing diversion on their journey.