A Master rests, and dreams.
A splintered, fractured, mishapen lump of crystal sits heavily on a rocky sliver of stalagtite in a small, icy side cave within a warren of tunnels of an unmentioned cavern. Deep within the crystal, so deep as to appear a mirage, or a trick of the light (were there any light to fall upon it), a flicker of deepest, darkest green teases the eye of the beholder, eyes that need not light at all.
The cave is filled with nightmares.
The Beholder has a Name.
The Eye trembles.
Jovia woke with a start. Asleep at my post! How embarrassing! Fortunately the entrance of the Inn was currently empty. She has dreamed, but it's pieces are already a jumble of fading impressions.
It's the adventurers, of that she was sure. They plan to explore a cavern out in the Barrens. Jovia knows of the place, knows there are dangers, but they must grow stronger, and they may do some good there.
Jovia sensed that she had shared a Master's dream, and not at the Master's bidding. This dream sharing must be druid work, for druids are responsible for the state of the Wailing Caverns. Night elf druid work, most probably, she thought with displeasure. But maybe not. It was not clear if the dream were threat or warning. But it did portend change. When the GF ventures into Wailing Caverns, they will waken something not even the druids know is there. Something the Masters fear - and covet.
Fate finds it's mate. It would make no difference to dissuade the group from entering Wailing Caverns. And even if they are successful, they will be setting in motion deep ripples that will follow and tug at them. If they are not careful, they will be carried to places from which they cannot return.
That night Jovia placed a slender volume on the pillow in each adventurer's room: "The Beauty of the Barrens" by Naralax.
http://www.wowwiki.com/Naralex
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