*A dwarf sits down in the Great Libray. With deliberate care he copies letters from a stone tablet to a vellum scroll.*
Fate of the Firefalls by Victor Firefall
Nestled securely in our highland home, my kin devoted themselves to Dorand and their craft. Our elders hinted at trouble in the world, but hidden away in the Serpent Mountains, we thought we could avoid the chaos sweeping Dregar. We were wrong. One day I returned from foraging tinder to find the forge razed and my family missing. I found no trace of my kin, but our rangers may have covered their tracks from whatever attacked our home. With this faint hope, I continue to search for my kin.
*When he finishes, he leans back and examines his work. Satisfied, he takes the scroll and tucks it safely into the library's archive.*
"Should I fail, our passing will not go unrecorded."
*The dwarf gathers up his stone tablets, and makes his way to the exit.*
