After a long week of memorizing and transcribing spells Erik sit back and relaxes with a glass of red wine. As he begins to write in his personal journal he thinks back to the early days of when he was first accepted among the council of high mages in Isondale. Erik thinks about when he had found that amulet in the ancient library among the various collected items, and the vision that had come to him one night. He wonders, could it be true that the ancient dragon is looking for me to wield his power and protect his world from those who would seek its destruction. He removes the ancient amulet from his back pack and looks it over, still feeling its power coursing through his own body. While he had previously attuned to it, he does not choose to use now because of the constant murmurings of ancient lords that are stored in it. Former High Mage Zumen Nonnal never truly appreciated me, or the amulet.