Closed Into the Darkness (Wrenera)

[Sayana]

Spring 42, 515 AV – Bronze Woods, one bell’s ride from Syliras. Sunset. A glimmer of white amongst the bushes caught Sayana’s eye and she dashed over to it with her large stallion in tow. There it was, another elusive Vyfox flower. She double checked the flowers on top of the plant and saw that they were tiny and formed little clumps. The leaves were thin and the stem grew tall. Yes, this was definitely it. She reached down and gripped the plant firmly by the base of the stem and gave it a good yank to pull it out. Some of the roots came with it but since she wasn’t sure if the roots had any medical properties she wasn’t overly concerned if she got them or not. It was the leaves and the flowers that were important to her and she stashed them carefully away in her backpack. Sayana had mostly been looking for Vyfox that day, but she managed to come across some Jile berries too. While she had only found a few plants, she had considered it a success and also felt she knew the trails a little better. “Come on Storm,” the Eypharian said as she tugged at the stallion’s reins. “It’s… getting late.” Only once she had said the words did she realize just how late it was. It had only been because of her sharp eyes had she spotted the flower and the light was beginning to fade in the forest. And she was a bell, two bells from the city? She had completely lost track of time wandering the woods and was now guaranteed to be late for her evening performance at the Rearing Stallion. The Eypharian put her foot in the horse’s stirrup and hefted herself up into the saddle as she swung her other leg over. “Come on boy, time to go home,” she murmured as she gave a gentle kick to get the horse walking. It was eerie and the sunlight was fading fast. Sayana started to jump at the little sounds of twigs snapping under her horse’s hooves and her low left hand kept a firm hold on the cobra hilt of her dagger. This was certainly not the only daggers she had in her belt. The Eypharian also carried a pair of tamo daggers and two small throwing daggers. Sayana gave her horse another firm kick to move into a trot but she only rode for a short ways until the trail split in two. “Petch.” With a tug of both reins she brought the stallion to a halt and dismounted. With a deep inhale to keep her nerves settled, Sayana looked down the two paths. She had been so sure there hadn’t been any branches when she had been following the trail and now that she looked at both, neither looked familiar. Apparently things looked different in the dark. She looked long and hard down one path and finally her heart leapt. She had spotted a hoof print in a small patch of mud. That was the way she must have come. Yet the woods seemed to be getting more menacing by the chime.

[Wrenera]

She peered curiously at herself. Scarlet eyes, heavy lidded and thickly lashed blinked up at her. Her mirror-self ran talons through the thick tangle of nightblue hair. The Zith she watched only succeeded in making her hair more disheveled. She laughed at that, and was rudely copied. They then had a war of frowns. Neither appeared to be prepared to give up anytime soon. She abruptly lost when a noise distracted her from the contest. She jerked her head up from the flowing creek burnished with the dying sun's rays.

The land mount humans called horse was not far away. Wren drew up, leaves spilling off her body before being swept away in a sudden gust. She flew stealthily below the canopy, weaving her way between the trees and their branching arms. Wren had more than once bumped her head or snagged a wing while flying through the woods. She preferred to fly above the roof of leaves where no obstacles awaited her. But staying low had its advantages too. Wren could observe so much better. Improving each time she flew as she acclimated herself to the new terrain. The Zith knew the ways and could anticipate which limbs to duck and what type of trees offered good vantage points.

She found one such tree after barely swerving past a vine entwined branch, wings billowed out, catching the air and slowing her flight. Wren caught a low-hanging branch, claws biting into the wood, halting her forward momentum and only then did she pull herself up easily, fibrous muscle standing out with the action.

Wren peered through the fading light of the forest, scanning the area she perceived the noise to have originated. From her present perch she heard and saw movement to her right, a couple of trees away where the humans had sliced a trail in the woods, leaving it bare and lifeless. Wren stealthily climbed her tree, swinging across to gain a clawhold in the overarching limb of the next one over. Stretching out on her stomach, she peeked out over a massive limb that extended out into the barren place to better watch her prey.

A curious sight came into view. A human female stood on the path where two others joined. Wren saw the woman peer from one to the other in consternation. The horse she had heard from the creek swished its tail and flicked its ears, oblivious to its masters concerns, scant feet away. In the dim light she noticed this human differed from others she had observed. She had many more arms than usual. Six? How odd. The lady draped herself in bright colors, her flesh a smooth rich brown with hair only slightly darker.

Wren's stomach growled its displeasure at not yet being sated this day. She couldn't help but imagine her belly full on that many tasty arms to gnaw at. The humanoid was alone, she confirmed, listening intently a moment longer. Perhaps this one was unimportant, not to have any mates or slaves to protect her. Perhaps they would not miss her and not come hunting. The huntress knew she should act quickly. If the many-armed human was able to get to her horse, she could escape. Wren had not the energy to chase down the horse and that was very risky besides. She needed to attack and soon.

Wren swung down from the overhanging branch, gliding to land softly between her prey and the horse. She drew her curved tool of death from its sheath and harness at her hip. It came free with a hiss. The huntress wasted no time furling her wings and running forward with an ultrasonic screech in greeting. Wren's curved blade swept the air in an arc intended to cleave the lady from shoulder to hip should she succeed....

[Sayana]

Sayana felt a prickle on the back of her neck even before she heard the rush of air from wings. The Eypharian turned around quickly to find that the zith had landed between her and her horse. For a tick Sayana froze as fear gripped her heart. Her horse reared in panic bringing Sayana to her senses and the first thing she did was drop the reins hoping that Storm wouldn’t get further tangled in this mess. The zith went to draw her sword… her sword? She did a double take and indeed the zith was female with long matted hair and much shorter than males she had seen before. This realization, along with the fact that the zith wielded a weapon instead of teeth and claws, made Sayana slow to draw her own cobra hilted dagger. The zith was already swinging the deadly scimitar as Sayana jumped back and blocked the blade with her own dagger. The force of the blow sent shockwaves up her right mid arm. Adrenaline pumped through her and she found herself trembling in both fear and excitement. She took several steps back expecting another attack and spared a quick glance at her horse, or the rear of her horse as it ran down the trail she had just come from. The Eypharian quickly drew her pair of throwing daggers in her high hands keeping her main dagger at the ready in her right mid. Sayana lunged forwards with the cobra hilted dagger and made an easy thrust towards the zith’s chest. She wanted to fight defensively with her dominant hand knowing that it might be the only thing that protected her from a lethal slash of the zith’s curved blade. Sayana was counting on the zith to block the attack because the next tick both her high hands were aiming slashes at the zith’s wielding arm. To think, it had only been a few days ago that Sayana had gone out looking for herbs but had brought a squire along with her in case she ran into monsters or zith. This time, she had foolishly thought she’d be just fine like the other time but it had certainly not gone as planned. EditInstead of drawing her tamo daggers, she drew her throwing daggers. Apparently tamo daggers count as a different skill and do not count as "weapon: dagger" therefore she can't dual wield them. Throwing daggers appear to be considered a 'dagger'. Sorry for changing that up on you.

[Wrenera]

The multi-armed creature surprised Wren by how fast she reacted to her initial attack. The jarring screech of metal on metal mingled with receding hooves. The force of Wren's blow pushed her foe backward even as she deflected Wren's weapon aside. The huntress came on again, allowing her backpedaling opponent very little breathing room. What she lacked in skill, she more than made up in ferocity. Her aggressive nature could very well be used against her as she would soon find out.

Wren cut the distance sharply, her bare feet displacing a layer of leaves as she leapt forward to attack. She noticed mid-swing, the woman's two upper arms sought out places where other weapons were concealed, and quickly two more daggers were poised against her.

The huntress carried on anyway, lashing out with her blade even as she caught the confronting arm by the wrist in her free hand, claw biting deep into her soft flesh, summoning bloody rivulets to slide down interlocked arms. Wren was no fool, had seen those other daggers glimmer dangerously in Leth's light. Without missing a beat, the Zith looped her sword around and parried the slashing dagger. But the other dagger strike was supposed to be thwarted as well by her cunning parry. Unfortunately, it was not.

Wren's scarlet eyes widened in outrage and she issued a shrill cry of anguish. Her killing tool suddenly slick in her grip, a burning pain shot up her arm. Wren released the woman's wrist, and moved a few quick strides away. A meandering gash oozed blood on her sword arm. Fortunately for her, it didn't appear to be very deep. She would need her dominant arm. Unlike her foe, she had none to spare.

It was apparent she had misjudged her prey. The many-armed human was not soft and unlearned in battle, but a huntress in her own right. Circling the woman more cautiously, she elevated her arm to lick the blood away, her mouth twisting deviously.

"You are not so weak as I thought," she said in a strangely erotic lilt with a toss of her wild night-blue hair, "Whatever you are..... Doesn't matter. I will still dine on your flesh," she rumbled, glaring while her eyes constantly probed for openings in the weave of daggers.

[Sayana]

Sayana gave a yelp as the zith caught her right mid arm by the wrist. Its claws dug into her as pain seared her flesh and blood ran down her arm. A sudden memory of vicious claws scraping down her back and dark wings folding over her struck at her mind but with slightly watering eyes she kept going with her planned attack. Instead of the grasp of claws Sayana had been expecting a block from the sword, but that came later as the zith quickly parried one of her smaller daggers. Her last dagger struck home and she heard the zith cry out from the wound. Sayana gave a gasp as the zith released her wrist and she spared a quick glance at the torn up flesh on her arm. It would heal. By Syna it better heal. As the zith began to circle her, Sayana matched its pace so instead they circled an imaginary spot in between them. The Eypharian did her best to ignore her own wound even as she watched the zith lick at hers like the beast she was. But then the zith spoke. Her voice contrasted sharply from any zith Sayana had encountered. Soft and feminine yet perhaps even deadlier in tone. They circled each other at about ten feet apart and Sayana knew she had to use the advantage she had at this moment. However, the last thing she wanted was to lose one of her daggers in a missed shot. “You think I’d taste delicious?” Sayana challenged with a spark in her eye as she raised her wounded wrist and licked at the blood. If she could distract the zith just long enough so that she wouldn’t lunge forwards, and then Sayana could get a clean shot. Hoping she had peaked the creature’s curiosity and hunger just enough to watch the ‘show’, Sayana quickly pulled back her right high arm and gave a strong throw aiming for the creature’s heart. The act was over now, and Sayana sprung forwards with a vicious slash at the zith’s chest. She was a little slower from the pain in her wrist but already she was preparing to block any sort of attack from the sword. If everything had gone well, the creature would have taken the dagger in its heart, but Sayana was not about to underestimate the beast. Her own heart was pounding and she was half expecting more foul play from the dark winged creature.

[Wrenera]

They circled one another for long moments. A challenge flickered in her adversary's brown eyes. Wren refused to be baited by the many-armed one's words. She hungered very badly for the woman's juicy blood-soaked flesh in truth. But she would be patient. She'd wait for her opportunity, there was no rush. Leth watched over her and gave her strength.

The huntress smirked, thinking what a shame it was this one would be food, when perhaps, under different circumstances, they could have been sisters of the hunt instead. Not so very different from her dead twin. A spasm of pain cut her heart and a sickening despair wrenched her guts at the thought of her sister. It was at that moment that her foe tired of the waiting game, letting fly a dagger. It coursed through the night air, end-over-end. Wren lurched sidelong to just barely avoid being hit. Wren narrowed her eyes, hissed, and jumped ahead to meet the springing creature, her blade held high.

Her scimitar flashed in Leth's light as she brought it down vertically with every shred of force and fury she had left. Wren's curved sword met with resistance, her resourceful enemy caught the blade partway down, between crosspiece and blade. Despite the parry, her weapon would not be deterred so easily, roughly driving the woman's weapon down as her momentum carried her lower still, trailing a nasty cut down the thigh. Even as Wren rumbled in satisfaction, she cried out shrill and sharp a tick later, crimson matted the silky layer of nightblue fur at her stomach, welling up in a dark line that dribbled past a claw unable to staunch the flow. She knew immediately the cut was deeper than the one she received on her arm. It would take many moons to heal.

The creature's two remaining daggers were too fast and she was at odds, in as close as she was. She let out an ultrasonic scream of frustration and anger, dropped her sword, and engaged her foe in close quarters. Wren clawed wildly at her much like a cat, no particular pattern or thought behind the assault other than the potential to hurt and hopefully kill the cursed lady.

The huntress aimed a vicious backhand to her face, and dragged her down to the ground by a clawful of brown hair. All the while Wren received more cuts and scrapes from those daggers and even a few bruising blows from the remaining hands. She didn't care anymore. Adrenaline pumped through her and masked the horrible pain that would befall her once she killed this multi-armed human. If she killed her. Doubt was beginning to creep into her mind as the cloud of pain hovered ever closer.

Wren used whatever part of her body she could to inflict harm upon her enemy. She bit, clawed, and wrestled with the woman as they rolled back and forth on the layer of leaves and other earth debris that found its way in their hair, on her fur, and on her foe's clothes. Wren realized too late that her rash attempt to take the fight close and to the floor might not have been the wisest of choices.

Her claws, while deadly, did not have so great an advantage over the woman's daggers and endless supply of gripping, slapping, and yanking, hands. She had once been pressing down with all of her bodyweight to get the lady into a prone position beneath her, where she might rain blow upon merciless blow. The situation had flip-flopped; now she was struggling violently, spitting out dirt, and glaring daggers up at the human. She was heavier than Wren and had many more arms in which to gain the advantage in leverage.

Things were spiraling out of control quickly now. Wren felt a scrabbling fear in her gut amid the searing pain there. She may well have far more to vex over than a missed meal.

[Sayana]

Sayana saw the zith lunge to the side and heard an accompanying thunk of her dagger into a tree. Unfortunately not a cry of pain from the beast. The zith was vicious with its weapon. Sayana felt the pain in her bleeding wrist as the creature pushed hard against her defending dagger. There was a slight twist and a rip. Sayana gasped as the scimitar made contact with her thigh but was equally furious that the creature had ripped a slash in her skirt. She struck back in anger with her high left making a pretty red stain on the beast’s stomach. Sayana hesitated for a moment in satisfaction at the zith’s cry but the next tick there were claws coming for her face. She managed to block one with the forearm of her high right but there was a definite long scratch on the left side of her face. However, Sayana now realized that the creature had abandoned her weapon on the forest floor. The Eypharian narrowly avoided the backhanded slap but left herself open for the zith to yank on her hair. Even as they tumbled Sayana aimed a punch to the creature’s face quickly followed by a nick at its right shoulder using the sharp blade of her throwing dagger. Even though the creature landed on top of her, she was quick to start rolling to gain the advantage. Her low arms, which she had hardly been using previously, now aimed blow after blow upon the zith’s stomach where her earlier cut had fallen. She wanted to hear the beast scream. Scream loud and clear where no one could hear it. Meanwhile the zith was clawing viciously and Sayana tried her best to catch the creature’s arms in her two free ones. Every time one would slip from her grasp she’d try to nick it with one of her daggers and then recapture it. She was certainly not without injuries. Her whole chest area was littered with cuts, but they were shallow and it was only the cut on her thigh that really pained her. Gritting her teeth she finally managed to wrestle the zith down so that she was on top. She gripped the zith’s wrists with two of her hands and with her high left she pressed the smaller dagger to the creature’s throat. “If you try to bite me again I will slit your little throat,” Sayana spoke darkly as she pressed the cool steal against the soft fur-lined skin. She was breathing heavily from the fight. The grappling, the clash of steel, the claws. But now she had the creature down, or so she thought. Sayana kept her eyes the zith waiting to react to any of the smallest of movements. It better not have some friend out there too, and Sayana had no idea where her horse had gone. The female zith was smaller, far smaller than her male counter parts. She had long ragged hair and looked no less feral. And she had fought that way too. “Now what is a lonely little zith like you doing out in the woods?” Sayana said with a dark lilt to her voice. As much as she wanted to taunt the creature, she also wanted to find out if she was indeed alone. Sayana watched her response carefully. Should she seem confident in her position or dart her eyes around looking for a friend, Sayana might be in a far worse position. “Get lost from your colony?” She chuckled softly. “You know, I once met a zith. He liked to make me squirm.” Sayana emphasized the point by using a free low hand to push her thumb along the cut on the zith’s stomach. Instinctively she tightened her grip on the creature’s arms not wanting it to struggle enough to get away. “He liked to claw my back as he petched me,” Sayana continued, this time in a whisper. She dug her finger into the creature’s wound and then brought it to her lips to lick off the blood. “He was from Xy. Are you from Xy?” GraderWren and I agreed to a bit of light torture. Wren, if you could confirm this in your next post, that would be awesome just so everyone is on the same page.

[Wrenera]

Wren bucked, thrashed, and bit against the arms that pinned her down. When the cold press of steel touched her throat, she knew the verbal threat that accompanied it was no bluff. Wren wisely ceased her struggling. This creature would slit her throat without a second thought if Wren tried anything foolish. But she yet lived. She still drew breath.

Her scarlet eyes stared up at the woman with unconcealed malice. If roles were reversed, Wren would be carving her up right now. Why did she not kill her? The thought of being captured and tortured by the many-armed one's human friends or thrown in some dank place, never to hunt again, frightened her to the marrow.

Wren had her pride though, she would bite her own tongue off before weakness and fear made her its slave. The human spoke again. Wanted to know why she hunted in the woods. "Petch you!!" she spat with a twist of her mouth to communicate just how unafraid she was.

The human kept on with her words. And Wren did her best to look as uninterested as possible. She moved her head from side to side, looking about the trees. What did she hope to see? There would be no one to help her here. The woman's guess was too close to the mark. She had no colony of her own anymore. Wren was a lost soul now in a world that did not wish her there.

Her interrogator recalled some past memory of meeting one of her kind. Then searing pain ignited her belly as the woman drew her thumb over the laceration. She squirmed despite the knife at her throat, so acute was the pain. Wren grit her teeth and clenched her claws, piercing her own palms bloody with the need to deflect the pain from her stomach.

"I don't care who you petch," Wren said in an agonized hiss to the whispered taunt, her smirk gone. The huntress shook with anguish when fingers dug into her stomach. The gut-wrenching pain was unbearable. Wren writhed, shrilled, and rumbled in ultrasonic rage and torment. Her chest heaved from the exertion. Wren did not know how long she could hold up against the cursed torture. She began to desire the possibility of death as a means to escape the excruciating pain.

"I don't know Xy," she rumbled, the usual erotic timbre now sounded forced and raw. In truth she had heard of the Zith underground city before. But that had been only words and memories of a place she had never known.

OOC :

That is correct. Sayana and I have agreed to Wren suffering light torture for this thread. Thanks. I hope that clears everything up!

[Sayana]

Defiant. Proud. Sayana could see it in the zith’s eyes and her words only confirmed it. And yet here and there were traces of fear. The creature looked about into the dark woods and for a moment the Eypharian was concerned. Yet it wasn’t that intentional search knowing that there was someone or something out there to help, it was a look of desperation. When Sayana dragged her thumb over the wound she felt the beast squirm from beneath her. The zith’s face contorted and gritted with the pain and Sayana’s heart raced. She could feel it struggling beneath her and she only tightened her grip in response. It was intoxicating, feeling the power she had over the zith. She stared into those brilliant red eyes. Eyes that she had long associated with pain and fear but this time she smiled. The zith’s screams were like music right at the climax, though unfortunately they didn’t last long as they reached their ultrasonic frequency. Still, it was clear that the zith hadn’t stopped her screaming in the least. Sayana was a little disappointed that the creature wasn’t answering her questions very well. Had the zith been from Xy or had heard of it, it might have been useful enough to lead Sayana there. “It’s too bad you don’t know anything about Xy. You might live longer if you did.” Sayana said with one last attempt to persuade the zith to reveal some information about it. Even so, the Eypharian didn’t want to spend too much time just talking to the creature. She hungered to see it helpless, weak and afraid just like she had been. Sayana adjusted her position to abandon the creature’s stomach and instead seat herself on the zith’s chest, nice and close to her face. At first she cupped Wren’s cheek gently with her low hand before gripping her jaw roughly and forcing her head to one side. She still had one blade upon the zith’s throat and she raised her golden cobra hilted dagger with her right mid. “You see this?” Sayana asked as she brought the intricately carved pommel into view. “I want you to remember this and see it etched into your puny little brain. And I want you to always think twice before messing with an Eypharian again.” She began to drag the tip of the dagger across the zith’s cheek. She was fully prepared to see the creature struggle more and brought her other low hand to hold the back of her head. Two cuts in the form of an “X” were made in the soft flesh and then a third straight down the middle. “And if you show yourself again, I’ll know it is you.” The cuts pooled with blood that matched the creature’s scarlet eyes. However, during all this Sayana was too busy exacting a twisted sense of revenge rather than paying full attention to the zith’s arms that she had pinned or its legs that were free to move about.

[Wrenera]

Through the haze of pain she heard the bitch say something about Xy again. Wren couldn't fathom why she wanted to know about a place where (according to the stories heard as a child) there were more Zith than stars in the night sky. Had Wren known where to find Xy, she would gladly escort the many-armed whore there just to watch her kind claw the woman to shreds. She savored the thought in her mind, her bloody lips twisting in a moment's pleasure between mind-numbing pain.

"I...will tell...you," she whispered between breaths and gritted teeth. Wren would tell the woman what she wanted to hear. Would conjure up a thousand lies if that kept the petching woman's many fingers away from her throbbing wound. But she would not listen to her. Sliding up onto Wren's chest, she took her cheek almost tenderly in hand. Wren's eyes narrowed suspiciously, expecting trickery. Her jaw was then grasped roughly, forcing her head to the side. Wren grunted, struggling to look at a marvelously sculpted serpent handle the lady directed her eyes to.

She tossed more threats at Wren, and said a word the Zith huntress had never heard before. Eypharian. Perhaps she had her own special race of people. The thought of many of these, Eypharians, made her sick to her stomach and though she would never admit it, brought a trickle of fear down the nape of her neck as well.

Wren dropped all thoughts save those that flapped about her mind, fixed on self-preservation. Even as the cobra-hilted dagger tip bit into the supple flesh of her cheek - she sought a way out. Even as the Eypharian etched upon her face - lines she thought might bind her to the woman as a slave - Wren realized, with savage glee, her arms were free! Though she could feel the sticky ooze of essence slide down her face in rivulets, the pain of the knife cutting shallowly into her face was a summer breeze when compared to the snaking sensitivity in her abdomen, threatening to curl her into a pitiful ball with the convulsing pain.

The whore had erred though. So focused on her branding of Wren, she allowed the Zith a sliver of hope. Wren latched onto that hope like a man dying of thirst fixates on a pool of water. It would be her last chance, she knew. All or naught. Wren did not think her adversary so foolish as to let slip another opportunity. As Wren's cheek bubbled blood, and the Eypharian raised the dagger to admire her handy-work, the huntress mustered all her strength for one last stab at freedom....

Ignoring the inferno roiling in her gut, and the lesser stings in her sliced arm and cheek, and the host of other bruises and scrapes too numerous to keep track of, Wren jerked her arms upward with a desperate speed. She subdued first the lethal dagger-wielding hand at her throat; staying the Eypharian's impulsive dragging motion so that the edge only just nicked her, drawing a superficial line of scarlet at her neck. Wren wrenched the serpent-handled tool out of her grasp with her other claw, before she could adequately clutch on to the weapon. Using the blunt end - which the whore had been all-too-happy in showing Wren - to now slam into the Eypharian's jaw - whipping her head back and allowing Wren to fully shrug off the heavy woman with a shove that made her dizzy from the strain in her stomach, snarling with the pain of it.

Her foe was quick to recover from the initial surprise. Whatever advantage she had was lost. Not only that, it was plainly obvious the wounds Wren had suffered were taking a toll on her as she struggled to a stand. Wren fought to control the shivering of her body, hand clutched at her bloody stomach. The 'x' symbol that marred her cheek now smeared with a streak of crimson that dripped from her chin, dappling the earth. Wren let the cobra hilt dagger also fall to the earth. Giving a disgusted hiss in remembrance of how the Eypharian had used the weapon to cut open her face.

"This is not over bitch!" she rumbled, her face a mask of hatred and anguish as she bent down to retrieve her bloody sword from the ground. Wren's Scarlet eyes crinkled at the edges and her lips twisted sardonically. "Next time you get petched, will be by me.....With this!" she said, holding up her scimitar to the moonlight, her tone regaining some of its erotic lilt. Wren laughed gleefully, savoring the prospect before obsidian wings spread outward behind her and she returned her sword to the improvised baldric at her waist. With one final simmering stare, she turned on her heel and ran off. Beating wings matched beating hearts, a helix of leaves fluttered in her wake as Zith became airborne.

Wren grimaced and cursed the whole way home. It would be many moons before she could hunt again. If that in itself wasn't distressing enough, she had to worry about humans and this Ephyarian woman sending out a raid party to kill or capture her. She cursed in her language. It had not been a productive night at all. And she was hungry...and hurting.

Edit :

The post had to be altered to reflect that Wren did not take Sayana's heirloom dagger. Sorry for the misunderstanding!