May 26th, 1886
I had an interesting conversation today, with a child of all people. There were no details about magic, but he mentioned an older gentleman living in the woods. Where exactly, the child did not know.
My first thought was that this was someone living in exile from the community. However, dragons living in exile should be hiding underground, not in the woods. My brethren in Europe have all found underground domiciles, literally.
Of course, this brings up the why of it all. Why am I not there? Kail will always be someone I plan to follow. If he were in any of these communities, a silver would have contacted me. Then again, it is possible that he has already arrived and passed on.
The prophecy hasn’t been fulfilled, though. Dragons still exist. I’m proof of this. So Kail could not have passed away just yet. I hope he lives a long and fruitful life.
Back to the older fellow. I know he lives in the woods to the north. Unfortunately, this area, especially to the north, is densely packed with trees. The woods go on for miles. I could scour the place for months and not find a thing.
Another conversation I had, in this very saloon, suggested that the town was about to dry up when water suddenly started flowing and saved the place. It’s all a bit too convenient for my liking.
The rest of my day was wasted with people who either ignored me entirely or threatened me. The only decent person, aside from that child, was the sheriff. He wouldn’t give me his name, but that is just the expectation of these people. Not even the child yielded a name.
With the unique nature of my abilities, I am limited on what I can do, but speaking with the man made me feel like I could do whatever I wanted, even produce water myself. He was a friendly gent, but I had yet to speak with the child, so I couldn’t ask follow up questions about the man in the woods.
He did tell me, however, that the man who reported this miracle spent days in the saloon eating, but mostly drinking. After our conversation, I began to consider packing up and leaving in the morning. Most likely, the man saw a geyser, which I have personally witnessed once or twice in my time.
The child changed my mind, though. It wasn’t anything to do with the man being in the woods. He was described as always wearing a dark cloak, like monks used to wear. To my knowledge, I haven’t heard that a parish is near here.
So, I intend to follow up with the sheriff again. His office is only a few buildings down from this one. Still dusty, and the floorboards up to the building look to have been crafted decades ago, but the interior is likely better kept. Then again, this is where they keep the rabble. Perhaps they don’t care as much about the upkeep.