A few miles away, a newcomer appears. It crawls from what seems to be a meteor crater.<br/>"Let's see, which direction did I sense it from?" its voice, deeply feminine. From shoulder to paw, she is 12 feet tall. Her body is covered in scales, mostly a light brown, save for the cream scales of her belly and the pattern under an upward turned exposed rib cage. The pattern on each side under this outer rib cage is composed of seven black triangles.<br/>The three long horns on her head angle backward as she attempts to sense where the immense sense of grief emits. Her eyes snap open as she picks up the 'scent'.<br/>"So this is where the signal comes from. That boy better not be as poor as the deities say he is." Her scales glisten a burnt red in the sun as she walks toward the white castle.