Into the Trade Center walks a Blademaster. His tunic is an off-white with tattered short sleeves, remnants of many battles. There are three belts of a dark brown leather that hang about his waist. Upon one of them are two pieces of armor, light hip guards, that dangle to his sides. On the third rests his sword, which weights the belt on one side, causing it to tilt. The pants he wears are black as night, straightlegged, but they stop a few inches below the knee and tuck into his black boots, which are armored at the toes with thin plates of steel.

Wren walks over to the far side of the Center, away from most of the people so he will stand out a little better, then, leaning back against the wall for support, he takes a seat.

From his right hand Wren sets down a long object, wrapped in cloth and tied with four leather bands. Resting a shaft of wood to his left that has a board upon it reading "Ahiko". Wren just leans back casually, his eyes following the others who walk curiously around the room with discontent, wondering if, and when, the Wavemistress will arrive. Slowly his eyes pan down to the wrapped object, which he again takes into hand, untying the bands one by one, but leaving the cloth to cover the item. He waits for her.

A wandering wavemistress made her way to the Trade Center after recieving a mysterious FlashMail asking her to come hither to such a place she wouldn't normal make her way to. Previously from the Chaos Gate, she walked through the doors and saw that the place was slightly crowded with players trading off goods, making doubtful bargains and haggles. The place was of a light air, yet, knowing that she knew of no familiar people that were scattered about the place, she couldn't help but feel rather out of place in such an infamiliar setting.

With her wand in hand, she clutched it tightly as her parted hair swayed smoothly with her every movement. She took her seat near the back of the shop, wondering why she had come to the place when she could have been venturing through the Chaos Gates with her party to gain some levels. She sighed, feeling a bit of regret for leaving her friends behind, but knew she had to attend to the FlashMail.

The Trading Center's population only remained the same as she waited for her summoner when he only sat but a couple of feet away from her, bearing the wrapped parcel entitled to the unwary wavemistress.

Wren's eyes glanced around apathetically, still waiting for her. After a time, he noticed a face in the crowd that seemed familiar. To be honest, he'd never met the girl he summoned here, only via FlashMail had he spoken with her, but he did have a vague idea of what she looked like. When the face broke through the crowd and had a body suddenly added to it, Wren wondered if this was who he's been waiting for. His eyes were watching her curiously as she broke through the crowd and started off in his general direction. The Wavemistress walked off to his right and took her own spot against the far wall. Wren still sat and watched her, at odds with himself about whether or not this was her.

Finally, after much debate, he decided to stand up. Leaving the sign against the wall, Wren picked up the clothed item and walked slowly in her direction. He glanced at her every-so-often but tried not to stare because he didn't want it to look like he was walking towards her purposely. After what seemed like an eternity, the Blademaster passed by the Wavemistress. It wasn't but five steps later that Wren realized he'd walked too far. Stopping slowly with a relucatant foot, he pivoted back around and took subtle steps towards her. When he came to stand a meter away, he crouched down, letting his knees tilt forward only a bit to support his upper body. Wren rested the shrouded item against his shins and held onto it with both hands on either side of his legs, for comfort and added support, so he wouldn't make an idiot of himself by teetering backwards.

Looking at the Wavemistress, who possibly hadn't noticed him yet, or maybe chose not to notice him, he smiled. "Uh... Are you Ahiko of the Vanguards of Twilight?" Wren kept smiling as genially as possible, shifting his weight on the balls of his feet.

Patience had been granted as a virtue to the wavemistress as she remained in her spot in the Trading Center. She watched as crowds of people passed in and out of the shop, adorning new faces everytime she took notice. The time seemed to pass slowly as she waited for her summoner, caller. She had begun to stare up to the ceiling where there was an opening giving her view of the Mac Anu sky, its vermillion shades attracting her as she fell into another one of her reveries. The sounds of the Trading Center seemed to have flushed out of existence as she thought deeper into her speculations.

Little did she know, a player had taken notice to her upon her entry to the place. He had taken a while to finally rest on a decision, and upon executing it, he had been carried away. The wavemistress had been drawn from her thoughts as he passed before her, and it only took but a while for her to turn her attention toward the obtrusive being. She turned to see a player of many a wear from battle, and she soften her thoughts on the character, feeling a sense of pity upon his appearance.

Her face had shown some sympathy the player as she turned toward him, an object cloaked in thread held before him. She stared but a while and took her reaction as rather rude. Finding her senses, she quickly apologized and asked the reason for the presence of the character, wondering if he was awaiting someone's arrival.

His eyes scanned her face and he smiled again, "Well, I'm looking for a girl named Ahiko. I called her out here to give her something..." slowly his eyes fell to one side of the clothed item that hovered against his shins. The grip he had on the item shifted, then he lifted his jade eyes once again to the Wavemistress. In the back of his mind he wondered if she'd taken any notice to the scar on his player character's face, seeing as how it was an oddity that no other character would have. He hated it, though. A mark left by a hacker, always to serve as a reminder of his inability to defeat an enemy.

After a moment of this inner-thought, he smiled again, the scar that ran down his right cheek stretching from jawline up to an inch away from his right eye. "I'm Wren by the way, leader of the Vanguards of Twilight," his gloved right hand lifted from the item and hovered in the air, palm up, to take her hand polietly if she will give it. "If you're not Ahiko, I apologize for bothering you. I was sitting right over there," Wren's jade eyes jolted off to where he had been sitting, then returned to the Wavemistress, "When I saw you go through the crowd, I thought you may be who I'm looking for." Again he smiled, leaving his hand outstretched, waiting to find himself a fool or not for addressing this seemingly random player.

The wavemistress, upon hearing the player's words, slowly made her way to a stand and nodded that she was the player he was looking for. She hadn't known that he was sitting not to far for her since she hadn't any way of identifying her caller. She stared into the eyes of the player that had addressed her. After assuming that the player was of good reason to have summoned her, she noticed that the player had outstretched his hand to her, as if beckoning to take it in agreement that she were the Ahiko of the Vanguards of Twilight that he had been seeking.

She hesitated at the gesture and questioned herself whether or not to take the gesture lightly. Having had become used to the presence of her first party members lingering around, her appearance by herself in the place was of mystery to her on why she had agreed to come. Shaking her head slightly, she relieved herself of the constant contemplation she had conflicting in her mind and placed her hand gently in his.

Wren's jade eyes lit up, realizing that he hadn't made a mistake. His eyes trailed down to her hand, which now rested upon the brown leather glove and gauntlet that he wore, smoothed out from constant sliding and gripping of his sword. Gliding the soft cloth that stretched over his thumb across her hand, his mind wandered for a moment. "I'm glad I found you. For a few minutes I thought I'd made a mistake," Wren chuckled, trying not to seem too stupid. Once again realizing that he'd nearly forgotten why he came, his eyes dialated almost indiscreetly. "Oh! That's right. I brought this for you." Letting her hand down slowly, he sat, before taking the clothed item from his shins.

Sliding the cloth down slowly, revealing the head of the item first, a gold figure started to take shape. When the cloth wrap had been fully removed, there was a level 4 Electric Wand set in his hand, the gold shaft that lead up to a cross-shaped head with a red orb embedded in its center. "This is yours. I noticed you're still using a level one wand, so when you gain your next level, you can use this." Wren smiled, his jade eyes hidden mostly by his eyelids, but what remained visible sparkled like rare gemstones. "Please, take it," he held the Electric Wand out to the Wavemistress waiting for her to place a hand upon the item.

Ahiko had found the stranger's insisting her to take the wand rather abrupt. In her mind, she withdrew her thought of the player as a stranger. He was also a Vanguard of Twilight; who more should she trust but another member of her team? An unsettling feeling was rested into the mind of the wavemistress as she felt a slight difference with the presence of the Blademaster. 'He's the leader of the Vanguards. I shouldn't doubt his reasons for taking it upon his efforts to grant me this beautiful wand.' She switched her attention from the Blademaster to the wand several times before taking out her trembling hand to recieve the gift.

"Please take it." the words resonated through her ears as if he had just said those words. 'I can't withdraw from his request. He is, after all, my superior.' She let out a quick sigh to relieve herself, and placed her hand upon the Electric Wand, looking into the various works and tremendous craftmanship that had been enstilled into the weaponry. Yet, upon placing her hand upon the wand, it didn't seem like weaponry to her, but an object that could wield the power that she would need. More like an ally.. The wand gave off a warm glow in her hand as she placed her's upon the gift.

Turning her attention from the wand to Wren, she gave a smile and accepted his offer, finding herself more at ease around her presence. She couldn't find a way to object his offer, nor find the courage enough to decline it. He had insisted upon in and it would be rude to decline the wavemistress concluded.