Those not completely distracted by the prominent portal to a realm they do not often tread within may have noticed a certain detail on the horizon of the desert out from the balcony. A feature not likely seen in dead imperial city of Roma since the year of calm waters following the Golden One's death. It was a smell in the air. A refreshing humidity. It came in with an unexpected breeze. Sharp ears could hear sand whisking across the sides of the tower in the strange change in weather. Then a shape came into view in the sky. It flagged from side to side, depositing a trail of clouds behind it that faded to nothing a kilometre further back. It was a serpent, and as it came closer, it showed its scale.

Shoshar had not shaped himself to be nearly as big as the tower, but in the final turn on his approach to the tower, he swept close enough to the balcony that it momentarily blocked out the light. Aun was replaced with a rushing wall of shimmering blue-green scales. Shoshar's body seemed to contract and shrink as he circled the tower over and over, until finally he was the width of most beings within and the length of about three of them, swimming through the air in a large bubble of water. Once small enough, he twisted upwards to slow down, then gently floated his way into the room, yellow eyes warily inspecting all present.

Some were old acquaintances, familiar faces. Some were completely new to him. Some made him hiss as he met their gaze, old enemies reunited. He had greetings owed to some, but he preferred to get to the main point of order. Shoshar found an place to coil his body and lowered the water around him until his standing head emerged from its surface. His scales emitted a cold, lowering steam as he was exposed to the desert air. His noble posture was interrupted only for his mouth to open, turn to one side, and blow out a gust of perfectly dry desert sand picked up from the journey. "Where is Thirianna?" Shoshar's deep, disdainful voice addressed the archangel as if she had done him a great wrong, "This place, I have forsaken. She insults me by summoning me here, but I will listen if what she claims is true." Shoshar's eyes inspected the portal to what was unmistakably Aett, with Thirianna on the other side. His upper lip lifted in a slight snarl, but lowered just as quickly. "You would have us gather there after all?" He seemed incredulous, as far as a dragon could be. It made no sense while the leaders of mortals, Ceyr at large, and even Hades were present. "What is the meaning of this?"

As the others stepped in through the portal, Shoshar waited for the leaders of the main factions to go first. He liked the idea of being around snow rather than above this hot and dry wasteland, but he distrusted the immediate situation. If there was going to be a trap, he didn't want to fall into it head first.