The Sentinels Whispering words,

Crowded was an understatement. This place was like the line out of McDonald's when it was the only one a 30 square mile radius after a PAC-EAST fest. Sunny was amazed more nerds didn't come out of the woodwork.

He could tell Umbra was becoming less and less enthused. Okay, probably time to go soon. Lionel, on the other hand, seemed quietly interested. In the pretty lady, no doubt. Sunhawk couldn't blame him - she was exactly the type of gal he'd be okay splitting his spicy McNuggets with.

"Oh god, no we're not living here." Sunhawk found the place more than just crowded. Miserable? Terrifyingly too close to the harpy Wyclops and the orney old general that had chased him right off the cliff? Somewhere between Elephant Graveyard and the crazy lady's house down the road. It had all the charm of a graveyard, and none of the cool epitaphs. "We're trying to find a healer, though. So.. uh. It was nice meetin' y'all.. Any way you can point us where we're not likely to run into more crazy people?"