The Sentinels There's nothing to be sure of

last for me! <3

they were quiet, gazing upon one another. dante was unimpressed it seemed, and lasher was resolute in his apparent wrongness. however the pair shared the same sort of weariness -- in time, the druid nodded at his greyscale companion and bid him a silent farewall

waiting only to see that dante move away, lasher himself turned and headed not into the woodland, but the outermost borders of donnelaith, to commune with himself and with those spirits who followed.