Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150105230328/@comment-24736819-20150107190354

It was two past midnight and Mirana was still listening.

"He's getting worse...Whatever the hell that is.", she turned another page on her book. It was an ancient book, one the leader of her village had found long ago in one of his adventures in Hammerfell.

She knew that book was pretty limited and had mostly historical informations about the Sentinels and not their enemies, unfortunately.

"That Historian would love to get his hands on this...", she commented to herself as another page passed by...the last page.

"Hmm, it seems the Sentinels are not extinct after all... Or at least not entirely. A Guardian? Hmm, interesting. Where he is located? Name, no. Ranking, no. Location, here.", she passed her finger over the written text.

"'The Guardian must stay located at Sentinel, our main base... Or in case of destruction of the base, he should occupy a house of our choice in the city.', that's great. Sentinel.", she lamented.

"I need to find Montains... Maybe there I'll find some answers.", she got up from the ground and started to pack up her stuff.