<strong>Sun's Fall, 8th. Dawn.</strong><br/><br/>The cool northern breeze was blowing, the winter was slowly approaching, but the weather was still mild. The great city of Shi'el was standing in it's glory, the setting sun dawning directly behind it, the tall buildings laying their majestic shadows on the landscape of its outskirts. The tallest buildings rising to the skies above, piercing the clouds, displaying an incredible contrast with the nearby, ancient parts of the city, built millennias ago.<br/><br/>Faylin laid a final glance to her beloved home city. She wasn't sure if she would ever see it again, none of them could be. It was touted as a suicide mission. No one had entered the Wastelands in decades. Not authorised anyway. Normally the army would refuse to send anyone to a certain death for any reason, but the signal was something they wanted to investigate, they needed to investigate. It could be anything. There had been talks of sending a full scale expedition to find out what it was, but after numerous meetings, it had been decided, that a small group, less than five, would be able to avoid detection from the hostilities and avoid slaughter. That was what their survival would depend on, avoiding detection. Although such a small band of soldiers could easily be obliterated by a band of marauders, they would have a far better chance than a large expedition would have when the hordes of Drow would detect them.<br/><br/>She sighs silently. She had wanted the excitement, that's why she had volunteered. But she was starting to have doubts. This could well be her last mission, but if they were successful, she would sky-rocket in the ranks and put her name down in history. That was, if the source of the signal was anything worth finding. It was a gamble. That was for sure. "You know the way...?" She speaks to the driver who simply shrugs to her. "Haven't ever gone there before... Why would I?" Was the response, in the man's gruff, deep voice. "That's why we have the navigators." He states and waves the small device in his hand. The driver seemed relaxed, then again, why wouldn't he be? He wasn't going to go further than the gates. He wasn't on a suicide mission, he was just going to deliver her small company for one. "Hm... Right." She says as she climbs in to back of the small transporter before the others. Not on a talkative mood right now, she remained silent, in her thoughts psyching herself up for the mission. It wouldn't be a long flight, a few hours, there wan't much time now. This was it.<br/><br/>In silence, she waited for the others to board. She thought of the city, the friends she was leaving behind and closes her eyes. This was crazy.<em>'Why would I ever agree on going to the Wastes...'</em>she heard a voice saying in the back of her head.<em>'Because I have to, because I will make my mark in the history.'</em>She responded to herself.<br/><br/>(http://img821.imageshack.us/img821/6849/transporterg.jpg)