"What would you expect, a phone call?" Zanfell asked. "Our blood is thick, and ancient. I am attuned to such things as old friends and ancient enemies waking from the long sleep." He dragged from his cigarette, and chuckled as Siofragana noted she could dowse his cigarette. However, such a challenge was not in their interest. A being who controls Ice, and one who masters Fire, such a contest would end horribly.<br/><br/>"What we need to ascertain, and put aside thoughts of mystical contests, is what exactly woke the two of you up at the same time." Zanfell noted. "Whatever it is, must be vexing, or else I would still be at home, further fortifying my thoughts from Him." He stepped away, turning away from them, and pulling out a small gem. It glowed dimly, with a pale red glimmer. He stowed it away again, quickly, and turned back, dragging again. "Any thoughts?"