In the dark of the night, rapid knocks came to Sparrow's door. "In Mazrim's name, who's making such a ruckus this late?" she says. Opening the door, she's met with a brown woolie with a desperate look on his face. In his arms, a small baby Drakern weakly chirps. The brown woolie hands over the drakern to Sparrow, worry in his voice, "Please help me save him."