The old guardhouse was cool after the heat of the day outside as Thom slipped inside. Nobody came here anymore, hadn't for some time. It had actually been over a year since the last time he had set foot in here before stashing Bane under one of the loose stones in the floor yesterday. The light from the small windows let in barely enough light to see by, and offered little warmth. It was almost as if the entire building had realized it was housing one of the darker artifacts recently recovered by the Guardians. With a bit of effort Thom lifted the stone from the floor enough to slide it to the side and grasp the kryss hidden beneath. As the blade was pulled free of it's hiding spot it caught a shaft of the light, seeming to almost glow in Thom's hand. He carried the kryss over to one of the beds and sat heavily on it. This one seemingly normal weapon had caused so many problems over the last week or two, not least of which was the death of it's former owner. Without the blade would Vlad have came after him? Would his time away have caused such a drastic change in his behaviour? Would he have been able to accept that during his absence Aph had been talked into annuling their marriage and was now seeing Thom, or would he have been able to convince her to accept him back? Too many questions that would never be answered now. Vlad had been executed a short while ago, now there was just Bane. It needed to be destroyed, but how to do so was anyone's guess at this point. The one person that might know would be Solvar, but he hated the Guardians after hearing of Vlad's execution. Perhaps Vlad's body could serve a purpose in finding out the information that was so desperatly needed. Solvar had recently came to Olympus to demand the body, but had not came back to receive it as of yet. It would be easy, if a bit callous, to demand the information in exchange. Somewhere in the back of his mind the beast stirred, called from it's dormant state by the influence of the demon in the blade, and a dull pounding began just behind his left eye as he sat absentmindedly twisting the kryss in his hands. The heel of one hand was soon pressed against the offending eye, the other still silently caressing the hilt of the kryss. With a sudden shake of his head, he came back to his senses and stashed the kryss back under the stone. He carefully put everything back the way it had been before. He locked the door behind him and headed back home. His thoughts remained firmly focused on Bane, as they had been since the moment that Eban put the kryss in his hand.