"The guantlet is the problem Linna. As long as it exsists our paradise wont come back. Sprits cross it all the time but less so then those days. As long as the forsaken continue their missioin then we will never know the birthright that we were supposed to have." Her eyes lingered for a moment, locked with Linna's as if pleading her to take on this mission. In her mind the forsaken were as evil as evil could be.