(( Just a short one today! I have to raid soon! ))
Aerrissa Summerleaf made her way to the hippogryphs from the Tradesmen’s Terrace. She carried two bags with her. In the larger one, she carried her clothes, spare armor, and her bedroll. In the smaller, she carried a few eating and cooking utensils, as well as some more personal things. There were some very old letters, a few new ones, the fletched end of a broken arrow, a tiny sentinel figurine, a feather, and a small statue of Elune. She wore her sentinel uniform, and had her hair in a long loose braid that hung over her shoulder.
They hadn’t been sure to let her come back. They had believed her to be dead, after all, and she had made no effort to change what they had thought. However, at the time, she had been a volunteer, having still been on her leave with two children under 300 in her home. She had a long record of service before then, and upon looking at that, they had reinstated her, although she was to start out at a lower rank and work her way up again. Aerrissa was fine with that.
She was to report to Ashenvale, to the Stardust Spire. Orcs had apparently been moving up the pass there from Stonetalon, and although they had been driven back for the time being, the sentinels there had decided to increase their patrols of the area in case of another attack. She secretly hoped she would be asked to scout out one of the more dangerous areas. She was eager to use her skills.
She paid for the hippogryph ride to Ashenvale and secured her bags to it before hopping on its back and leaving for her new home.