The image was of a complex fractal pattern, beautiful in its complexity. A few seconds after the console was engaged, the pattern dissolved and the image of a face appeared on the screen. It was an elf with dark hair swept back from his face, covering his pointed ears. But his sharp, elven features were as clear as if he were in the room with them. Hestaby’s voice spoke in Running Bird’s mind and he relayed the words. It felt almost like the dragon were using him as a mouthpiece, requiring no effort on his part.