The Sentinels i will wait under the tow like lions do

lasher had risen that day and not headed directly for the borders, but for the unclaimed land that lay in a strip just beyond. 'twas there that he found the most relief from the gabbling rabble of thoughts that gibbered unbidden in his mind, sometimes saddening, often horrifying -- he must spare himself of it, and go away. and so the druid traversed in silence and in solitude.

he came soon upon a bedraggled and forlorn bundle curled in the snow. pearl was there, standing sentinel. whilst his hackles invariably rose in response to the unknown presence, the spirit's greater sense of empathy overtook his instincts, and he also reached out to the man to see if he still breathed.