Mavolus stood patiently as the maiden spoke. He wasn't even fazed by the goddess's face pressed against her gut. "Very spirited I see.." he muttered matter-of-factly. Mavolus stepped away from the others, moving ahead towards the ruins while the two bird wyverns had a private conversation. He was well beyond them, out of sight from his two companions, giving him time to think without his thoughts being interrupted by their chattering.<span style="font-style: italic">What did it mean?</span>he thought to himself.<span style="font-style: italic">There was no doubt this dream was significant, but how?</span>He kept moving as he turned it over and over in his head.