What a turnout this place had, Setlic mused to himself. Every rank of those even slightly touched by the Undead or Dead had shown. From those who were among them, themselves, to those who fought to keep their numbers from swelling. Setlic felt curiously out of place here, while he was Undead, he wasn't exactly the murderous type. The parents of the clutches were also impressive in their own way.

For the majority of his stay, Setlic confined himself to re-writing the damaged books and data files he had brought along with, as well as perusing the selection of literature the RoF had to offer. He'd even taken to keeping a journal of his days there, though, never being a man of many words, his entries were usually short.

Several weeks after his arrival, the screeches and rattlings of the mis-matched mothers along with more dragon bellows and a loud shout of, "HATCHING! GET OUT OF YOUR BEDS YOU LAZY BUMS!" echoed through the sands and corridors. Setlic had never gone to bed, he always did his sleeping during the day to avoid the rays of the sun, which further damaged his battered body. Curiously, he poked his head down the hall and saw a reluctant stream of candidates heading toward the darkened sands. Donning his heavy cloak and tucking the book he had been reading under his arm, Setlic followed, keeping mostly to the walls and nearer to the end of the line.

A roll-call of sorts, then rules. "Rules? Control our bonds as best as we can? What have I gotten myself into..." No time to rethink, as the eggs began to rock even harder. The first to hatch yielded something that looked more like it should be prepared for burial than something just born, a skeletal dragon oozing cold mist from mouth and claws. Setlic stepped back warily but never caught the dragonet's attention.

More dragonets hatched, some more "whole" then others, some more ferocious. Various skirmishes occurred to the left and right, all quickly broken up by personnel or the candidates themselves. Shortly after a large, shining xenodragon had been stopped from attacking one of the candidates, one of the more odd dragonets broke shell. While it wasn't like the other, skeletal dragonets that leaked power, it was definitely of the undead variety. A dark teal, shadowy wraith hide revealed the skeleton underneath, a pair of glowing red eyes gazed piercingly out from it's skull.

It's intentions seemed far less violent than the rest of the hatchlings, it even made a low purring noise as it approached Setlic. He stretched out his head, pushing his cool nose into the xombie's palm. Setlic, I would be honored if you would be my bond, for I feel we have much in common. My name is Ertaqi. It took him a moment to reply, "The honor is mine, Ertaqi." in his whisper-thin voice, following the dark teal dragonet from the sands.