A scout clad in leather armor sat on cliff. Overlooking a vast mountain range. The echoes of the beating of mighty wings far off rang around him as he stood up.

The old man walked from his desk to a near by bookshelf. He studdied the names of each book before turning back at the silver fullplate clad man. His right eye had a scar that seemed to almost cut his eyelid in two. 

The figure reached out from the shadows of the tent, and pulled the young woman with purple hair. She seemed young, but her stature seemed to hint that her appearence was only just a guise to hide her true face.