[Hermes]

He felt muscles in his back and shoulders tense, he could still feel the ghost of a gunblade grip in his hands, and his new armor felt light compared to his old raiment. As his wings lifted him over and carried him across the land, he felt a growing sense of dread, and understood it to be the coming of dark times. He had felt this many times before, and would face it head on just like every other time.

"If only Taiye and Reve were here to see me now." He thought to himself, "I do wonder what they're doing now. I've not heard news of my old flame in a long time..." He began to reminisce on old times, remembering how lovely he had thought her when he saw Taiye on the battlefield, remembered picking up a weapon like hers and carrying it into countless battles.

"Well, it would seem it is time for me to step up once again. I think I will make my base camp....ah, right here!" He descended on a patch of ground near a large cavern, and stepped inside. He snapped his fingers, silver-blue light appearing in veins along the walls, revealing a huge room. "Yes, this will do nicely.." He went to work immediately, fashioning furniture and a door for the entrance. "Oh, the glorious things one can do with a little magic these days... Well, looks like we're ready for business." And wit hthat, he stepped outside, and out up a beacon, with a message: "Come all, for a place of rest, and a place of Light."