The ranger’s footsteps made no sound as he climbed toward the summit. No rock was loosed, no twig snapped; it was as if nature itself carried him along his path. He reached the top and saw the monk sitting with his back to him. The monk seemed to be looking out over the landscape, the Plains of Karana to the west and the Commonlands to the east. The ranger approached silently, drawing closer to the one he came seeking. “Welcome, Avatar,” the monk said without turning. “Have the preparations been made?” “And what of your preparations, Avatar? Will Freeport be ready?” “What sound?” ---