A musical tone interrupted the hubbub of the many display windows, and Lofwyr’s eyes widened, his head lifting slightly from where it rested. A red indicator on the display flashed "incoming transmission." The dragon’s lips curled slightly in an almost-smile that would have chilled the blood of any Saeder-Krupp employee present in the room. Lofwyr smiled only rarely. It always meant the dragon had found something interesting to him, and no one wanted to be the object of Lofwyr’s interest.