Apparently having decided to journey towards the source of energy that Cindrana felt earlier, you move through the bone yard. It is a slow hustle, often being forced to walk around the massive bones of draconic entities that had fallen some time before in age immemorial, or clamber atop those that stretch for a dozens of feet in each direction. But slowly you move towards the energy she felt, skirting the point of golden light and making a bee-line for the energy.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://diefenbunker.files.wordpress.com/2012/10/red-girl-zombie_web-res.jpg)</div>As you get closer, you see a form; it appears to be waiting for you, and you think you can see a half-smile on its face. As you get closer, you can see the expression is actually marred; ragged skin, obviously mostly dead, stretches across pale skin, taut over bone. Ragged teeth, yellow with age can be seen through ripped flesh, open to the world where a perfect mouth should be. Despite its appearance, the figure, a woman you spy as you come closer, simply waits for you to near, and once you are in earshot gestures for you to come closer.<br/><br/>"Greetings," the woman calls to you, and the half of her mouth still intact stretches in a tired smile of welcome. In one hand she holds a large tome, the source of power that Cindrana had felt, and about her feet you can make the indistinct shapes of skeletons and bodies that quiver with ready power at any moment's notice to leap to their apparent master's aid.<br/><br/>"My name is ... well, it is no matter. But you may call me Alistraza," she says, weariness in her voice. "I know something of why you are here, and what it is you search for. But this is not a safe place to speak, and I will assure your safety if you follow me so long as you do not attack me first," the bodies quiver at the words, almost a warning from the animated corpses.<br/><br/>"You are warm-blooded still, and might well be detected by the creatures animated within the bone yard. Come, I have a better place to speak," she says, and opens the book, seemingly at random. You can see between the bound covers of steel and leather that the pages are made of the skin of sentient creatures, held together with firm bones and the letters are inscribed in ash and dried blood. The pages wildly fly at the touch, flipping quickly to some predetermined place before shutting with a dull thud and a sinister portal of red and black appears before you. Alistraza gestures for you to enter, waiting for your response, though the bodies continue to shudder, read to jump at the sign of a threat.