Awakening to the sound of the waterfalls, she finds herself resting comfortably on a rock, looking out over a laguna. The breathtaking view of the mountains spanning out below and before her, she looks around and finds the tarn and the guardsman watching over their position. The guardsman working hard at constructing a suitable shelter, nestled on the edge of the water, fed from above by a waterfall, the laguna spills water out from crags on the other side, the flow running down the mountains in a peaceful cascade of mist. Nearby trees provide shelter, the tarn kept under careful watch. As the guardsman works, hacking at trees with a heavy hatchet to fit them together into the shelter, she sits, taking in the surroundings to be her home until necessary to move elsewhere, or return home. The air is refreshing from the smell of the forges and the work of the defence, and the entire atmosphere is one both breathtaking and soothing at the same time.