A dream:
You find yourself once again in a dark cavern, this place is more familiar now, you have seen this space before, the same stinging chill still hangs in the air. This is the place you have viewed before and have now been called to a couple times. This is the lair of Nummur The White. She stands on the far side of the cavern, you can hear her speaking in some form of Draconic with her claw over the shining sphere rolling them one direction then another. You can see a tree that has grown inside this cave. A small oak tree it looks like. The dragon continues to speak and you realize she is talking to someone else. You start to move a little closer, and in the upper limbs of that small tree you can see where the limbs of the tree begin to twist and wrap around one another forming a rough almost chair shape and seated in that chair is a small halfling. The chair raises him up to near the dragons head and gives him a clear view of the sphere and the images therein.
You can understand little bits of what they are saying, to you it sounds like a more formal kind of Draconic or maybe its just older. They are talking about historical events of some kind, Wars and migrations and the suchlike.
Nummer raises a claw and as she does a tome of some kind floats into the air and into the halfling's hands. He holds it for a moment and as he does you can see it start to shrink smaller and smaller to fit his size. He reads the cover of the book, it is in a language you don't understand. But you have heard it spoken before. As he reads it Nummer seems to wince and roll her eyes slightly.
The halfling laughs slightly and you hear him apologize in the Draconic dialect.
Nummer answers back, just see to it that when the time is right they receive that little gift that Zavrunet saved for them.
The halfling responds, " Are you sure that they are the ones that you are waiting for?"
"Do you question what I see?"
"I do not, I just wanted to make sure that you are quite certain, you have already trusted them a great deal, more than most of your kind will trust their ilk."
"If they can prove to the council that they can be trusted then in good time they just might be the ones that are worthy.”
“They grow stronger even as we speak.” the halfling reminds.
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“But I ask you, are they near ready to be *********?” Nummer asks, the word she used, you don't recognize.
“Some perhaps, others are not, I would no more hand a battle sword to a little child” the halfling mused to himself.
“I have known you through many ages now and I know you will give them that book when they are ready.”
“It is another great honor that you have trusted me with, I was sure that Zavrunet would have destroyed it when he eliminated the Foolish One, that has caused such disorder to your kind.”
“He wanted to, The Council made sure he knew that it was not to be destroyed.”
“Quite the one of his own mind isn't he?”
“He has not changed in that respect since he was a hatching.” Nummer responds. “I think before the time comes to decide if they are truly the ones You and I should ask the ones they bring with them their opinion. What do they call them?”
“DawnMartyr and Loki, and their children.”
“Yes we should ask them all, what they think before we can be sure. Should we bring them here or should be wait till they find their way here, do you think?”
“If they themselves remain until that time.” the halfling reminds.
The halfling holds up the book and begins to page through it, as if he is looking for a particular page or entry. He seems to mumble some of the words as he is reading to himself. He smiles to himself as if remembering something fondly. He closes the book quickly and then turns to Nummer.
“This one here always seem to be be watching doesn't she?”
Nummer laughs, “You say that as if she has a choice in the matter and is doing any more than what she her kind does. Do not judge her too harshly for it.”Her echoing laugh fills the cavern as she lifts her claw from the glowing sphere and points it in your direction and kind waves her talons.
“I must be going anyways.” and as he speaks those words the tree that seems woven into the chair he is using beings to unwind itself and the tree begins to shrink into the soil and as the tree reduced to a small sprout shrinks into the ground so the halfling too shrinks into the ground as well.
Nummer turns to you, “Certain objects in this world contain magic, not active magic but as a focus for or a storage of it and they can and are used by some of your spells. You will learn more about it in time. The kings and royals in their finery see power in the gold and gems that they decorate themselves with. But you like the wizards in his court have come to know the other kinds of power that those same things hold. For instance...” and as the raspy hissing voice of the dragon draws you can see a gold coin floating in the air before you. “This small piece of metal has at least three kinds of power, do you know the three kinds that it holds?”
You awake