"Fine, be cryptic. Should we be worried?" Cerul asks, more to Nadriina than Draiss. "Most likely," the drow replies, flatly. "Keep your eyes open."<br/><br/>The message washes across the plane... but no reply comes. If Black even is here, he's not interested in playing along. His quick scan of the plane does reveal something interesting; what feels like a powerful...<em>engine</em>of magic, radiating power, not terribly far from here, just a couple hundred miles to the north, and buried deep underground.