This is the journal of Arwyl, leader of the snow globe dryads. The final entry is of particular interest:
The dwarves fell upon us yet again. Their savagery was terrifying, but at last I and my sisters managed to drive them off.
How many times was I slain in that battle, only to be reborn and slain yet again? Does it even matter anymore? War, death, rebirth - the cycle never ends.
In my dreams there are visions of a different world. I see dwarf and dryad working together, allied against a common and terrible foe in a bis to escape this pointless existence. And I remember the whisper of a powerful talisman, a tool to free both dryads and dwarves - the Amulet of Ages.
Is this a beautiful memory of a time long forgotten, or a promise of hope for the future? If we could only speak with the dwarves and make them understand...
But they are mad with bloodlust and attack us on sight. I fear this gruesome cycle with continue forever and this brutal existence will never end.