It was almost Dusk, the sun was beaming its last beam of light across the Stone talon mountains. North of what is now to be known as the Charred Vale stood The group of twelve, all different heights, in different Armour and all wielding different weapons. the one that stood out the most was clearly the Leader, her Armour shone in either sun or moonlight, her long silver hair shining in kind, on her back was a Short Sword and a large silver shield with Darnassian Runes embedded into the center, "Tell me what you both sense?" saying as she looked at them, awaiting for an answer