An ancient gardevoir named Vashti lives here, only a few miles out from the edges of the city. She's known to be a recluse, usually civil but far from friendly. Historians have beseeched interviews of her, but Vashti's answers are always short and unhelpful. The scourge have attempted to battle her, but they've found out that she has not grown weak in her old age. For now, the scourge leave her be, but she seems to be waiting for something... or perhaps someone?