In Philo's youth there was a long time when the lair went without food. But suddenly one day the lair-keeper brought an abundance of all sorts of delights - seafood, meat, plants, insects, you name it.
Happy as he was to be finally fed after a prolonged fast, Philo was perplexed. "Why the feast?" he asked the lair-keeper.
"Dragons can only be sent off after they've been fed," explained the lair-keeper, impatiently waiting for everyone to finish eating before she can drag them to the Coliseum.
"Sent off?" Philo meekly asked. "Sent off... where?"
"To our goddess."
"Will we ever see them again?"
"No," said the lair-keeper nonchalantly, all the while eyeing the feasting crowd for... hm, suitable candidates. Ah, that one, she had been tired of him for a long time...
"... why?" insisted the young fae.
The lair-keeper smiled.
"Why, my dear, for treasure of course. I'll tell you a secret, OK? You see, everyone has a little treasure trove, right? But when I convince them to go to the goddess, they can't take the treasure with them, so what happens to the treasure?"
The lair-keeper winked and left. The dragons had finished eating, it was time to go.

Before the altar of the Lightweaver, the lair-keeper is giving the final speech of motivation.
"... and so in the eternal war that embroils the realms, may you be the vanguards for the forces of Light! Go, serve the cause of our Deity!"
With these words, the chosen dragons, ecstatic with the honor they are receiving, line up one by one and proceed towards the light. They do not see, nor does the lair-keeper, the sad eyes of a small fae hidden in the shadows behind the ruins.

在斐洛还是只幼龙的时候，有很长一段时间整个巢穴没有任何食物。但某一天，巢主突如其来地带来了小山一般的美味佳肴——海鲜、肉类、植物、昆虫，应有尽有。
虽然斐洛很高兴终于能填饱肚子，但他还是有些迷惑。“这盛宴是为了什么？”他对巢主问道。
“龙要吃饱了才能上路，”巢主解释道。她正在不耐烦地等待龙们吃完把他们拖去竞技场。
“上路？”斐洛胆怯地问。“上路……去哪里？”
“去见龙神。”
“我们还会见到他们吗？”
“不会了，”巢主若无其事地答道，一边打量着进食的龙群，寻找着……嗯，合适的备选者。啊，那一只，她厌倦他很久了……
“……为什么？”小精灵龙又问。
巢主笑了。
“为什么，我亲爱的，当然是为了钱。告诉你一个秘密，怎么样？你看，每条龙都有他们自己的宝藏，对吧？但当我说服他们去龙神身边的时候，他们不能带着自己的财富，所以这钱要去哪里呢？”
巢主眨了眨眼，离开了。龙们结束了进食，是上路的时间了。

在Lightweaver的祭坛前，巢主正在发表最后的动员讲话。
“……在席卷大地的这场永恒的战争中，愿你们成为光明力量的先锋！去吧，为我们的神祇效命吧！”
伴随着这些祝福，被选中的龙们因为他们所获得的荣誉而欢欣雀跃，列队一个个向光芒中走去。他们没有看见，而巢主也没有，废墟阴影中藏着的小小精灵龙悲伤的眼睛。