The Sentinels an invocation

He was a happy host, more or less, though he only knew the way to Donnelaith and not much about it. Any questions she held were met with soft, somber comments; hints that he was as new as she was to the coast. And once the great trees came in to view (which was soon) Renoir was much more enthusiastic about them. Mumbling anecdotes about their colors, about how great they must be - would be again - and before long the pair of them were upon the outskirts. There he bade she wait, and he let her linger for some long minutes before calling - a bit hesitant - for @Lasher. Once the summons petered out, Renoir settled in to his role as guardian of the woman until the kind man arrived (a thing he awaited with a strange effervescence to his belly).