Aerdri stood on the dock at Feathermoon Stronghold. She got many odd looks from various people, for more than a few reasons, but she tried to ignore them. She once thought she would be calling this place "home" for a long, long time. But that was before.... She thought of the Feathermoon Sentinels in their shiny armor. They looked just the same as they did then. Still doing exactly what they've always done... for well over seven thousand years. Always watching, always patrolling... looking for... signs. So slow..., she thought, too slow... ...all for nothing.