"...I feel a presence. One that I haven't felt in a while." [i]Mortar found himself looking upon the Dragonslayer.[/i] [i]He was... out of his old, gleaming garb of golden armor. The guardian stood at seven feet and six inches tall, dressed within a silky robe which was decorated with gleaming gold linings. The warrior's physical condition hadn't diminished since Mortar had last seen him - muscular, yet lean, suggesting such an athleticism never before seen among knights of old. His eyes fluttered open as Mortar walked by, electric yellow pupils looking back to see the ex-god, as a thin, calmed smile crossed his shaven face.[/i] "...Mortar. Damn, it's...been a while, hasn't it?" ((Saw Roy's reply, and...thought it would be fitting.))