The dove, which should be white but is now quite black, coughs up ashes...
Most of its feathers are scorched. It is a miracle it was flying at all.
It looks up into your eyes.... An image appears floating in the air, projected from the eyes of the bird.
It is an enrobed mage on his knees. The robes are severely burnt and smoke surrounds him.
"*coff* This is Dolfgand . *weeze* I live so long as the dove does. *coff coff* I await rescue on the island. I promise substantial reward.* Coff - a weeze* Held me, you are my only hope..."
The recording loops one and a half more times before the bird passes out. It sleeps fitfully...