Things were different now, in many ways. Aerrissa slipped through the thick underbrush lining one of the steeper hills between Stonetalon and Ashenvale. The last time she had fully served in the sentinels was well over 300 years ago, and in Feralas. While she had held a higher rank back then, she found herself doing much of the same things. Patrols, cleaning armor, sharpening weapons, etc. were all part of her routine again. What was different was the constant threat of the orcs.
The people were different as well. She hadn’t made much progress in making new friends yet, and had spent little time in Ashenvale before now. She had made some efforts, but had been kept busy with her work. She veered off the path and began climbing up the hill. Recently, there had been a push to check on the elves that stayed deeper in the forest, and higher up on the hills. The orc activity had lessened, which made it more feasible to keep watch over the more remote areas. She knew where many of them lived already. Some would move around from time to time, but they never strayed too far.
The sentinel captain at the spire had also warned that criminals could be hiding in the hills. There was a list, some with drawings, most without. All of them had a basic description, which was never very helpful. Any number of elves could fit the descriptions.
She checked on the Temil family first. They had never moved from their spot since she had started her patrols, and as expected, they were still in the same camp. A young boy, no older than 20, greeted her as she approached. She met with his mother, uncle and aunt inside the camp. Everything was fine here. She continued along her patrol route.
At the top of the hill, she waded across a small river to an island that sat in the middle of it. A bear resting near an old stump raised it’s head. “Hello Norr.” She reached down and rubbed behind the bear’s ears.
“The sentinels have come to check on me again?” A male voice called out. Moment’s later, he appeared from the other side of his tent.
“We check on everyone we can, Bear. Everything’s been fine, I trust?”
Beroleth, whom everyone called Bear, nodded. “Norr was acting funny the other night. I thought he saw something in the forest, but there was nothing there. It might have been a bird or something small.”
Aerrissa smiled, “I’m glad all is well.” She bent one last time to pat Norr before heading off into the woods along the stream.
She hadn’t went more than 20 yards when she stopped. She had heard something behind her. She turned to look, but nothing was there. She looked around at the surrounding trees before twitching an ear and continuing on her patrol.