Ddraig looked at her surroundings in confusion. The empty room she found herself in felt strangely familiar, although she couldn't quite figure out why. In some ways it reminded her of one of one of the Guardians' chambers at the Temple; large, circular, and decorated with old draconic glyphs, but that couldn't be right. She'd spent her early years at the Temple, and had visited practically every room for one reason or another, but she didn't remember a room with a giant hourglass statue at its centre, and not even Volteer had had this many books and scrolls lining the walls. She wasn't even sure how she had found this room, for that matter.
"Hello?" she called out. "Is anybody there?"
"I am, my dear." a familiar voice echoed. "It's good to see you again."
A light suddenly appeared to her side, and Ddraig turned to see it form the shape of a large dragon; one who was familiar to her.
"Master Ignitus!" Ddraig said, rushing forwards.
The old fire dragon smiled, and bow