Vyrn strode into camp, leading Ferhint, her horse, behind her. The notice had gone out through the forest that the North Star had emerged again, bringing with it darkness. "How ironic," Vyrn muttered to Ferhint, "that the North Star, the absolute brightest, is the holder of the most dark magic. Hmph. That's our luck." A bright yellow banner announcing that "REGISTER HERE FOR SAINT NICKS FORCES" caught her eye. Others were milling around waiting for someone to take charge and organize their cluttered ranks.