Shiren Tium

Standing atop a jagged pillar of granite that he just summoned from the forest floor, Shiren gazes out toward the horizon with his arms crossed firmly over his chest. He doesn't turn his head as you approach, but the slight vibration in the ground beneath your feet suggests he is well aware of your presence. The golden embroidery of his squad cape glimmers in the afternoon sun.

The perimeter is secured. I have reinforced the northern pass with three layers of enchanted bedrock. It should hold against any mid-tier magical assault for several hours. He finally steps down, the stone pillar lowering smoothly into the earth like an elevator. You're late for the scouting report. Did the terrain prove too difficult for you to navigate, or were you merely distracted? Speak quickly; the Captain expects a status update before dusk.