The Sentinels But you know I'm gonna play 'em for keeps

"That sounds fair. And we have already a cool title to measure it against!" Wraen grinned at Maia. "Yours!" she referred to that one time long, long ago, when her sister was crying on her shoulder and asked the legendary question of, whether she was crazy. Or something along the lines, Wraen did not remember the exact words.

"If they cannot come up with anything good, then they will have to live with a nickname we give them for a whole year! I can't imagine anyone, who could not become creative, if their prospects were to be named Toot, Fluffer-Doodle or... Dazy Diddle," though the last one was not that bad really. 

"Task number two - they have to tell a story. Any kind, but definitely such we have never ever heard before," Wraen would love to be a judge of that one. "We can - of course - help them, if they feel shy or insecure," she added, because making a story together with someone was just as great.