Syn has taken me. I can't seem to remember when or how. But here I am.

  Though part of me knew this was coming from the day Syn chose me, I do not plan to die here. I have to survive long enough to get out of this prison. No matter the cost.

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  I'll never survive in this place alone, though. Syn is surely counting on that fact. But Syn said this place is full of its children. That might include wyrmkin. If I can find a roaming wyrmkin, I should be able to shackle its mind and force it to serve me. I didn't give up my arm to gain the psychic strength of the dragons only to lose it now.

  I hope.