Magic. It is magic that disturbs the earth and raises the magma to the surface.

Your mages wouldn’t sense anything. This region is steeped in magic. It fills the earth and air. More than enough to obscure the eyes of the unattuned, but I know the feel of the land, and what I sense now is new. A strange magic. Somewhere to the west. I can’t say where precisely, but it is powerful. Impossibly powerful. The Lava Lands are screaming, governor. It won’t be long until they burst.

Ayleros, you are still young, and hungry, too, I can feel. There are forces in this world beyond any of us, and I fear that such a being may have descended upon these lands. Be careful, governor. It’s a dangerous journey back.