I’ll start:

“Dragons have always been the scourge of these lands, since the time the Lady of Beasts gave birth to them all. Perfect creatures, they are, with their beautiful voices and chants, and yet covetous, wily, and unspeakably heartless in their vaunt. But still, some of them you can reason with, if they are dormant. But if, for whichever reason, you happen to wake one from his sleep, may every one of the magics and your Maker come in your protection, for you have unleashed death upon yourself and our world”

The character saying this is Manidur Il’Ve, an elder of the Soggy Elves, an elven clan living in underground-underwater cities built around and inside the waters of the region of the Far-flung Lakes (or, more simply called, The Lakeshores). Here, Manidur is talking about dragons in a general sense, but referring to the one who’s dormant at the bottom of the lake his city is built upon and inside of its rocks, Lahtun.