As the Nighthawks gathered in the forest that lay on the border of the Empire, and the two Storm generals marched their armies north. Far to the northwest of Aznur, the Ursten Army was beginning to stir.
Tam and Anteris were both looking at a tiny scroll, the message from Simon scrawled onto it. "The forecast remains true, I look forward to our reunion."
"He just loves to be cryptic, doesn't he? I've heard so much about this Simon, I'd love to meet the man who has been dancing all around the Isle, making all the mighty kings and rulers dance to his tune." Anteris grumbled, he was currently in a set of red dyed leather armor, his long silver hair in a braid behind him, his beard similarly braided. This revealed his aged and craggy face, his piercing blue eyes and pointed noise a mirror of Tam's.
