(Crossing, Zoluren: Lirisa 356)
Many of us were outside the northeast gate of the Crossing foraging and teaching like normal. Suddenly we hear words whispered from the shadows. Unmistakable words: "The Gorbesh are coming." I’m not some green Novice to be taken in by the tricks of a moon mage or charlatan, either. I tell you I was chilled to the bone. Still am.