Glade Kumos
For evil lurks in places unseen. The noble hold their ground, protecting the sanctity of peace that has finally come. Dark magics used in foul play have not been seen for ages.
The Quiet One feels a presence. A surge in the air, pulsating. It has been this way for weeks. He has not left his post, nor will he abandon it now. Although he shivers at the ghastly feel, as the thick slime aerates over his fur, he stands tall. It has not been too long for him to forget this unique sensation.
A battle is imminent.
A Quiet Hero prepares.
