We're the younger generation up here. Most of this hall is empty because Draco wanted to be prepared for when the other eggs hatched. We built this part before we knew Beth and Tianeth would have no more of us.

He leads you on in silence, seeming content though it appears he's struck an often untouched subject. His eyes glow with a cheer that never seems to fade and his mouth looks made permanently into a gentle smile.

You reach the end of the hallway, four doorways are cut out, two of them lit. They are the last two from this direction, but they must be the first two from the entrance in the greeting area, this is the back way, after all. You suppose this upper level is populated from front to back as needed and not by any sort of rank.

We work by rank up here, but less than the others. Baneth is very serious and quiet but once you get close to her rank means nothing. She may be my sister and the new head Gold, but she has the front dwelling purely because she is the head gold and not because she wants it.

He leads you to his empty room and gives a sweep of his wing.

I am Witath and this is my dwelling. Nothing exceptional, but it is home. Someday I'll have music like the rest. For now I am happy.

He quickly lifts his head, content expression not matching the alarm that showed in the speed of the movement.

I must go. Please feel free to wander down to meet Baneth. Don't worry if she says nothing to you It's only her way.