I am the Sun Tree, and as long as I stand, I will keep watch. I will witness. I will do my best to keep Whitestone and those who call it home safe, just as Percival and his wife do now. Together, the three of us watch the sun set. Night falls, and, one by one, constellations begin to dot Exandria’s sky. The night has never frightened me. It just means there will be dawn tomorrow.
