Just before the sun breaks the horizon, the tides turn and the water recedes from the beach, the retreating waves leave recesses in the wet, malleable sand. Outlined by this natural art is the still form of a shortish humanoid, clad in steel plates and with a white metal shield with a stylized insignia fastened to her left arm. How she apparently managed to swim any distance in such gear is a mystery. However the elf has other things on her mind as having won against the waters of the sea she must know battle the waters of her mind, pushing herself up from the murky depth to the light of consciousness.<br/>Her revival is not sudden, but gradual. She becomes aware of the fact that she is lying down, the cold, wet seawater, the irritating sensation aggravated by course sand and salt. She hears the sound of moving water. The sea, not a river. There are other sounds, but they are hushed, she cannot make them out. After an unknowable amount of time, her state of awakening extends, allowing her to move from the shallow grip of the sand, leaving a pool of water where her torso had rested.<br/>The beach she is on stretches back for another 80 feet, the sand becoming pale yellow above the water line. Beyond it a grey cliff face rises, extending along to the west, here ragged, here smooth, but consistently around 200ft tall. There is wildlife on this rock, birds and the occasional lizard, but what catches the elf’s attention is the three flying humanoids. Gliding through the air in calculated circles they push off from the top of the cliff, their human faces, stretched to resemble a bird, watching her as they turn around to land again, evidently unable to support themselves with their wings for long. They are scrawny, and whilst their bare feet seem to be of normal skin without talons, they lack arms, having instead wings with black features which extend along the neck. Clad in shabby and faded rags she is able to see that parts of the chest are feathery as well.