During the Droaam Summit, the places at the feast were designated by small, named envelopes. Each of the party members received a note in their envelope, written in Draconic.
Akzu, the Banished
Have you ever woken from a dream before its conclusion, and found yourself unable to dream it again? Frigid indeed is the flame that would steal such heat.
Kalshana
What are we willing to give up for security? for freedom?
What do we truly believe in?
Lozaal Daashor of the Kech Volaar
Far from home, through time and space. This world is not your world, the ways are not your ways.
Have you ever dreamt your own dream?
Oargev ir'Wynarn
Are you certain she's dead?
Terfel Glas, Mourningstar
A life of war, spent in pursuit of peace. Why are you here?
Thorn
Nothing lost remains lost forever, not even a bone in an ossuary.
Warden
Like the beat of a drum, the song of the wild