The foothills are a wild place. At night I can see fires dashing over the grass far in the distance, and pouring over the lip of the mountain, but when I approach the grass is green and the mountain is as un-lava-y as ever. The winds blow so strongly but the trees do not shake and lights glitter in the woods. I've set up camp outside Warlic's tent. It is nighttime right now, my lamp is burning low and I can hear the frogs singing so loudly I really can't sleep. Plus some strange music coming from Nythera's little tent. Warlic is an epic mage. I've seen him teaching Nythera in the distance and I've come close to watch and his magic is so powerful, but I can see how he's restraining himself. He's sad, too, when you get close. But when I approached him to discuss the dragon eggs he gave me his full attention immediately. Clueing me in to the fact that I'm in a story of legendary proportions. The Black Dragon Box had the egg that could destroy all man...
Note found in the Volcanoes _l_eo_ is _o_ _ _ a's a_he_! Letters burned. decipher when I have more time