It isn't exactly news Christine wants to hear. After returning to life and hearing how the war ended, she's been fine going along with the general consensus that dragons are dangerous. But then they received messages on their couriers...

"How?" she asks, for once at a complete loss. Usually, can she cook up a theory of some kind. "The dragons are dead. We saw the skeletons. How are they reaching out to those of us who have awakened?" She crosses her arms over her chest, feeling a sudden chill. From across the room, Azoth takes flight to land back on Christine's shoulder.

"How can we be sure this isn't a trick? After all, a blue dragon exists. Who's to say these aren't from a white one, and someone is magically planting these for us to find?"