An ornate, elven eye patch rests neatly next to the bench which overlooks the center of the falls. A carefully crafted horizontal leaf stretches outward on the outside of the eye patch, the image looking strangely like a rippled eye. There is nothing else. To most, it might appear as a simple, abandoned article of clothing- but to a certain few..


The worn leather slipped through his fingers as a warm breath of air whispered its way from his nostrils. His gaze was cold- piercing. The bowman wasn't ready yet. There hadn't been enough time to re-enter civilization, yet curiosity tore at his very core. He stood slowly, his wind-ripped clothing luffing gently with the fresh breeze. Serion slung his massive bow onto his back and took to the road.

"Soon."