Northstar Vale "For the night is dark and full of terrors."

Sorin had continued with his patrols over the last few days, finally mastering his ability to wreath himself in the forest's shadow. Such a trait would prove useful in patrolling and intercepting. And, if need be, it could prove useful in war.

While Sorin did not have much knowledge on the current state of affairs concerning Diaspora, he knew of their intentions. Furthermore, he knew Stigmata was cunning and ambitious enough to try and make his dream a reality. Although he had no specific idea, the shadow had sensed an undercurrent of tension as of late. He reasoned it had something to do with their neighbors to the east.

Sorin was just waking from a sound sleep when Liri arrived. They had not spoken much since the spar, although Sorin had intended to. Other priorities had simply gotten in the way. Instead of responding immediately, he crept out from his den, nodding in greeting to her as he emerged. "Morning Liri," he said. The dark male arched his back as he stretched. "Did you need something?"