The Sentinels The Peaceful Silence of Forests

A name. Creed.

It was dedicated to memory. Of any, he would not be one to forget the name of this prettied face.

Theoxaris is my name. What she requested, he gave willingly. 

You are a lone traveler like myself, I take it? It had to be so. He could not imagine it otherwise. She sat here in such an open place, no second or third scent floating near as though she had companions.