As the night draws near, the last soldier of the greatest army ever heard of stands alone on the cliff of the East mountain, sternly staring off in the distance. He draws his bow, notches an arrow, aims into the largest forest in the land, and shoots. It wizzes off, and even he doesn’t know where it went. 50 years later, he is escorted through the forest, and he sees a tree with an arrow directly through it. He sighs, smiles and walks off with the adventurers with him.