Ama lies down with him, snuggling up, letting him get comfortable, before, quietly, she starts to sing, an ancient lullaby, in a language long-since forgotten to all but the gods, a soft, sweet tune of almost wordless nonsense, but it certainly sounds soothing and peaceful.<br/><br/>A week passes, and, when he returns to his domain, he finds a messenger, waiting for him, an attractive angelic herald, announcing that she has a message from Sabrael, the Guardian of the First Heaven. "Sabrael wishes to arrange a meeting with the Archdragon, Draiss Arcaniss, in one month's time, within his primary fortress of his choosing on the layers of the Abyss," she announces (including countless other titles and honors and flowery speech, that take the better part of five minutes to state.)