She left the duo with a soft bow of her head, her feet trudging the familiar steps around the outskirts of the Haven. Her posture was neither pretentious nor arrogant, but for those who ever saw the dutiful paladin, there was a sense of pride in what she did. Her lionhearted vigilance outshone higher ranks, but did not big itself up to be scoffed at. She did her job – and there was nothing more to it. In recent times however, there was an air of something turbulent within the warrior’s mind; something which pestered and tormented her, especially when her dark orbs rose to see the repairs done to various parts of the tranquil home. There was a void in her soul which plagued her thoughts away from her beloved land. It was this that suddenly gave Paladin pause amidst her duties and challenged her watchfulness. It had been too early to return to work; but she was already in the area as it was, summoned by her distant home. She looked aside to the Wildlands, the outskirts surrounding the Haven, which had ambled hills and fresh fields smoothed with verdant greenery, dotted with barren marks where the chaos before had shuddered across the land. It was a hard thing for the half-elf’s eyes, but it gave comfort to know that the damage could have been far dire than the higher-ups could have realised. She eyed the horizon, hiding the Further Reach – lands which threatened to crease resentfully away from the Haven maps, but were recognisable for some of its inhabitants. They came from those places, congregating together in this strange place. Paladin couldn’t help but smile at the thought that it was home for outsiders, strangers, criminals, heroes, villains and in-betweens. It was far from the sweetness and light which the guard captains felt justified embellishing in their lethargic speeches of being righteous to those within their care. Though she could not blame them; she pitied those under her command, for she could not motivate them through such words. She hesitated and pondered. She questioned. Surely that was motivation, too. It was simply… different. It wasn’t correct, but right to allow others to think for themselves. Paladin chuckled softly, folding her arms, watching the sun flee from the sharp glare of the moons. Trenorwatha, the Red Eye and Eélon, the White Watcher. Some whispered that between the small, carmine dot and the great, pallid orb, there sat another, hidden behind the two celestial circles, but these could only be fables and nothing more. What the hell am I doing? She sighed gruffly, continuing her patrol. She had become annoyingly sentimental, it seemed. There was reason for it, of course… who would have thought that he would have summoned her? There was not enough time in the world.