But then, I suppose it always has been. I've traveled this land more winters than I can remember, but I am not the oldest, and by far not the wisest you will meet on your journey. I can tell you much about this land, but I cannot teach the most important lesson: how to look inside yourself, and come to terms with what you see. All the stories and all the maps leading to all the buried treasure in the world won't help you come to know who you are and what you stand for. If you heed nothing else I say, listen at least to that. You must face the perils within before you can hope to defeat the perils without, for we live in dangerous times...
The greatest dangers in this world are not the obvious ones. Fierce dragons wage millennia long blood feuds in the skies above us. Savage tribes of orc and goblin kind wash across the landscape in a tide of bloodshed. Powerful mages lock themselves away in their ivory towers, ready to unleash dark and terrible magics upon any foolish enough to come near. And yet, these are not the most sinister foes you will face. Heed me: Faerun needs its heroes, now more than ever before, for we live in dangerous times...
I was once one of those heroes, if you can bring yourself to believe that. I am old now, and bitter, and filled with sadness at all the bloody and terrible mistakes I have left behind me. Our homelands are threatened by far worse peril than they have ever faced. Ancient evils awaken, and plans are set in motion, and dark storm clouds linger on the horizon. We have all seen the signs, from the lowliest hedge-witch to the great seers of Candlekeep. Faerun needs you, or we shall fall to dangers all around. Truly, young one, we live in dangerous times.