Local legend spoke of a sentinel who had once walked the borderlands during the Year of the Ashen Sun. Not a knight, not a king — just a lone figure in a patched cloak, carrying a lantern that never went out. That figure, the old women by the hearth fire said, was called Nesdurand. No one knew if it was a name or a title.
Nesdurand.
So: the one who endures beyond. Or, more grimly, the one who should not remain. nesdurand