[The same question that's been rattling around in Nadine's mind since she was dumped on the stone floor repeats itself again, and this time she gives voice to it.]

What do they want from us?

[There had to be a reason, a 'why', a point to it. Beyond what vague explanations the mages had offered. None of this was just being offered out of the kindness of anyone's heart, it doesn't work that way. Even the most supposedly altruistic have an agenda.]

We're important to them, for some reason. Necessary. Or they think we are, at least. But that doesn't make any sense.