Duskfire Glacier with fists like atom bombs

She nodded, understanding. She knew the feeling exactly. It was that state of unrest, of not really having a place in the world, that had overwhelmed her personality when she'd first run into Alarian. Now that she had a home, it had left--but the echoes of it still remained, and she had enough of a grasp to empathize with the young man.

"Well, if you're looking for a place to stay, our borders are open," Lily said graciously, a soft smile blooming over her features again. "We're to the north of here, at the edge of the thick woods. Big boulder, split down the middle--you can't miss us. We take in anybody who needs shelter, even if only for a little while."

It would be interesting to have a warrior at the Sanctuary. The other denizens were of softer trades, talking and healing and stargazing, like Korei. It would certainly shake things up. Perhaps he could even teach her a little bit about fighting; she was woefully awful in that area.