Dromaeus scrutinised the group, noting that many of those present were unfamiliar to him, while many of those that he did know were gone. He knew of everything that had happened since his death, but still it saddened him, and somehow this was visible on his reptilian face. He shrugged it off and approached AEanna.
"I bring a gift for you, young one, should you choose to accept it." He raised a clawed fist, from which dangled the amulet that allowed him to travel between worlds, and that had been destroyed along with him. AEanna's eyes widened.
"The amulet! How did it survive?!" She accepted it gratefully. "Perhaps I can return to Skyrim after all!" Dromaeus regarded her sternly. She held his gaze unflinching, and put the amulet around her neck.
"I will not flee this battle before it is done. I meant I would use it if we were victorious." She assured him. Dromaeus grinned.
"Then see to it that you do survive the battle, and can return home to seek out Falion of Morthal." He told her.