*the old scarred senior-sergant watches the cadre as they move from the Lathander fields, his single eye stern but with a glimt in it, a faint smile lingers on his mangled face as
he whispers to himself and nods firmly*
"Welcome home young master Starbrow..theres work to do"
*Then he mumbles a prayer to Solonor before he retreats back in the dephts of the Cormanthor forests...his long strides now with a little more spring to them...a faint grumble can be heard before the old wood-elf disapears completly in the thick undergrowth*