Omnia vincit amor Deep within one of the many mountains in the Great Southern Range laid a cave. It was of an altitude that normal creatures of land would not go out of their way to get to and entrance was of great size. It was in fact a sleeping volcano and it's labyrinth of caverns were warmer then the air outside. Something besides the volcano slept there. Over the centuries a handful of dragons had found the cave and considered taking up residency there, but one and all found sleeping there impossible. There was a great sadness in the place. As though the very cave wept. It was a subtle presence, but noticeable enough that not one wished to try a second night. It was better to find a cave that didn't seem to hold onto its past. And so it laid empty. No one to curious enough to find out what ghosts walked the mountain, nor why such an unnatural rock stood in one corner, a strange rose quartz that should have been the prize in someone's treasure hoard to amplify magic. Though with all the soot on it, it only appeared grey and unattractive. There was an anticipation. Something soon would change, and destiny would. It be easy this second time around. Yet there might yet be a reward.