Page 1/1 Dear Spione, How are you? You must have been waiting for my letter, and you might be upset that I didn't write you any sooner. It's been five years since I left to study every mineral stone in the continent. I'm currently in the Black Anvil Forge at the north of Talandre. Do you know how I got in, when I was not even a Dwarf? I used a morphing potion. I'm here to study the Obsidian stone which is a pride of the Dwarves. I can almost hear you yelling at me, "Are you out of your mind!" But you know that I always wanted to see Obsidian ores myself. They are such rare stones. Well, you won't be afraid of anything when you become my age! Anyways, I learned a few things during the stay. Especially why this green and yellow ore got the name "Obsidian"; and now I know why. When Dwarves broke the gaudy colored stone, a pitch black stone emerged; the Obsidian. I never knew how it was made, and I'm glad I finally saw how it's been done. All these risks were worth it. Some Black Anvil Dwarves believe that Obsidians were made from Ancient Dragon's flame breath. There is no concrete proof for this, but when you consider the power that Obsidians have, maybe there is a reason behind this claim. I'm planning to study Obsidians further. Also, I'm sending this letter to save you from your fury, but still... I have a feeling that you'd be jumping up and down out of anger. Anyways, take care and good bye. Your old friend, Diamon.
