Syrlya pauses as he looks at Strange. "Ah... maybe I told you about it?"

He can't remember when off the top of his head, but that arns like ther mostly likely explanation. After all, he only knows it as a part of the livelihood od the Sylvari. And in his tipsy haze, he misses Lambert's alarm.

"I felt my Wild Hunt just before I awoke. The Dream was guiding me to face one of the dragon's champions, although... we did not fully understand it at the time."

He presses his hand to his chest. "But I believe it won't be settled until the threat of every dragon is stopped."