Noctisardor Bypass congratulations. you have found a waste-bin

A familiar scent interrupts his travels, one he'd never thought to encounter again. His sister — his favorite sister, actually, in his own odd sort of way. He'd liked her fire, her drive. Now, with the passage of time and distance, she's little more than a stranger to him, yet the tie of their blood changes his course nonetheless. The pack here is small, not quite the empire he might have imagined his sister ruling. These lands are strange, however; even his companion agrees. Perhaps she could use a familiar figure to help, one forged of the same steel as herself. If not, a reunion will suffice. He tips his head back and calls for @Arbiter as he reaches the borders, settling in patiently to wait for her arrival.