"I seek an audience." Inric stands on the side of a mountain overlooking a green valley. Trees scale the mountains on the other side, looking like a thick green carpet laid over the peaks. There is no sound. "Concerning a book," he tries, but again, no response. He sighs. "I am a scholar mage of the Great Library of the Eldarin, and I request the honour of an audience with the resident of this valley." His words echo out over the trees, and this time there is a response. "Does that mean it has not been abandoned?" a deep voice rumbles from behind him, and Inric flinches, his spine tingling with the hot breath of the dragon.