[Everfrost] Flame of Origin

{ChangeScene(SnowyMountain_NPC_50953)}...always full of ideas, I am. Opening the heavens where life and death ebb and flow... Only by us who handle the flame of origin, achieved can it be. Melt away soon, the Star of the Winterland shall... So? Choose, you must. {ChangeScene(SnowyMain_210)}... No need to tread the difficult path from the start. Speak. Tell us how we can be of aid, why you cannot die, and what led you to seal yourselves in here. {ChangeScene(SnowyMountain_NPC_50783)}Heh... Finally!!! The time has come!! I've been dying to tell you. {ChangeScene(SnowyMountain_NPC_50799)}Chief, if I may... Time is of the essence. Let us depart from here. We can accept their aid later, when we've had time to speak at length.

But, you wouldn't happen to have brought any libations with you? These things are better told over a stiff drink or two...

This is the cave gifted unto us by the Humans who previously made their home here, where Lesha, the Witch of Fever, taught them the ways of draining the Dragon's vigor. I still remember... {ChangeScene(SnowyMain_213)}"O, Okjinsini, born from the Dragon's heart-rending tears! This land now belongs to you." And so I asked, "Your scorching heat was what drove off the winter's cold... Where are you off to now?" {ChangeScene(SnowyMain_211)}...I thought he was going to speak of himself? {ChangeScene(SnowyMain_215)}Not once died, our chief has. Not once. Remembers all, he does. {ChangeScene(SnowyMain_214)}The Flame of Origin is maintained by the ebb and flow of death and life itself. We deliberately give our lives for the sake of this cycle. {ChangeScene(SnowyMain_215)}And yet, abstained from this sacrifice, our Chief has. Selfish, he is. {ChangeScene(SnowyMain_213)}What? You ungrateful mongrels! Selfish? Me?!!! I have stayed alive to preserve our memories for times such as these! That's why... {ChangeScene(SnowyMain_215)}Chief. Too loud, you are. Continue with your story, I plead. {ChangeScene(SnowyMain_216)}....I'm listening. Anywho, they spoke these words, "The witches are dead. It's now time to protect ourselves from the Dragons." "All the tribes are gathering at the forbidden Black Mountain, to answer the call of the Great Founder." That's all. They left like that, and we! Gained! This! Cave! ...and the witch's trial?