Listening to the voice descending from the sky, carrying an inexplicable air of majesty and indolence, Gawain was utterly unmoved by the ancient god's imposing presence—he had even chatted and laughed with the Dragon God, a composite of all gods. Compared with the Chaotic Dragon that blotted out the sky, the pressure this Lady exerted on him was hardly worth mentioning.
Thus, after Night Lady finished speaking, Gawain did not follow along with her line of conversation. Instead, he immediately asked, "First tell me, where did Amber and Modir go?"
The voice in the sky seemed to ponder for a moment before it came again. "There is no need to worry about them—they are both safe, and they each have matters of their own to attend to. Before they return, we can have a proper talk."
Gawain felt somewhat relieved. Night Lady clearly did not intend to tell him where Amber and Modir were or what exactly they were doing, but at least he could now be certain that both of them were safe. The tension on his face eased. "All right. I was curious about what an ancient god like you was planning anyway. Since you know my 'identity,' we can be more open with each other... Where do you want to begin? With the Orders left behind by the Voyagers? Or with the coming Magic Tide and divine disaster? Or..."
"Let us begin with yourself. Amid all your hard work, you ought to pay attention to yourself from time to time, old... my neighbor," Night Lady interrupted Gawain with amusement in her voice. "I have kept some things that originally belonged to you. It seems time to return them to their rightful owner."
"Things that belonged to me?" Gawain frowned. Though he was curious about what Night Lady