A dirty, old gnome wearing torn clothes climbs onto a table, and a hush falls over the rowdy tavern.

Brackle drifts in and out of Salvation, preaching of the Draconic Prophecy.
 
The gnome’s voice cracks and hisses with old age as
he speaks. “The three great wyrms were always at war.
They warred in the beginning, when they made the world,
and they’ll war over it again at the end. Siberys, source
of magic, was shattered into the sky. Khyber, master of
secrets, was imprisoned under the earth, and Eberron,
creator of life, now reigns over the world. But all will change
soon. The prophecy they warred over was written in the
bones of the earth and the flesh of our people. And its
words shall guide us to the end!”