back on isola: "cheif, i have translated the ainchent writeing on the stone."
"what do they say?"
"we should send a dragonfly on another flying macine to the north, to honor a guideing hand named "lyssaria""
"well, get to work!"
"yes, chief!"
at a big house in the north:
"momie, momie! a big birdie crashed in our yard!"
"really? lets check it out!"