"She sleeps in the early light, the dawn slowly picking out the details of the elven cloak covering her body laying in the snow. Her face a mask of peace.
Nearby, the coals of a small fire still glow, giving off a small amount of heat and little smoke. Her face turned to the fire as if to absorb the remaining warmth in the cold morning.
A tree stands just to the other side of the firepit. In the dim light, a cowled figure is descernable, sitting against the base of the tree.
His one eye is closed in sleep, but the other, a white orb in a ruined socket, is wide open. Though it contains no iris or pupil, it seems to be scanning the surrounding countryside, the head slowly turning back and forth, constantly watching...
He knows that, enraged and threatened, she is far more powerful than he, but she is vulnerable now and it it is his duty to watch over her. A duty he is both destined and enthusiastic to fullfill..."
