Last spark from the ashes

"Heh, medic stuff." Blaze nods sagely, being an expert on that kind of thing. Clearly.

"My pleasure." The Warlock sweeps a graceful bow, as Awoken are wont to do. Note that you do not have authorization to visit the City at present, but you are welcome here." He glances at Blaze. "I hope you find what you seek."

"Thanks, Urien." Blaze lifts a hand in farewell as he leaves, but her attention is swiftly back on Steve. She claps a hand on his shoulder and leads him back toward the entrance plaza. It's the only way to reach their destination- into the low entrance that lay directly ahead when they first arrived.

"Lord Shaxx keeps his post outside the Vanguards' hall," Blaze explains, possibly overestimating how much sense that will make to Steve. "He oversees the Crucible- live-fire combat training, Guardian on Guardian. He'll want to take a look at your shield, and he'll know who to ask about training."

"I think he knows everyone. He's one of the most senior Guardians in the Tower."