A guardian? They're visiting the Dojo more frequently. *He took his mask off, revealing shaggy dark brown hair, and a slightly mangled three to four inch long beard. He looked at Scorch with a stern but non threatening gaze* I am Mortar. Mortar of the Dojo. I have lived here for twenty some-odd thousand years but left for a better life. And that "Better life" dragged me right back here