Valiant, I hope this letter finds you in a summer breeze, carrying you toward warmer days with a path brightly lit. I am Firstborn Dagonet. Perhaps you remember me? I've been aiding the Pale Mother in leading our people. She heals still. The process has been drawn out, but I'm glad to report that color returns to her cheeks. She is quite weak and tired yet, but frequent visits from the newborns raise her spirits. Her focus is always pointed toward the future of her children. This is why I am writing to you today—that optimistic but often naïve promise of tomorrow. Despite the cold days that we've faced over this decade, something has happened. Something that feels quite different—and while it's a curious motion, I hope it will be good for our world. Leaders have started speaking on even ground about our shared ailments and woes, our strengths, and even our needs. I personally attribute this sudden action to the demons and their rampage on our lands. The Tyrian Alliance will be holding its first summit shortly. Let us meet and discuss a plan. —Dagonet