Duma settled down carefully next to Naesala, the glimmer of a tear still in his eye. It sounds much like the wars of humans, the disagreements between the nations. Not that I know many humans. I have never been to a human place... Before I came here, anyway.
He thought a little longer, knitting his eyebrows in silence. No, this was not a demon. Perhaps one of the children of Lillith, long ago. But you couldn't help that.

That's a journal. You can find in it a map, and functions to allow you to speak to everyone who possesses a journal, or only one person. I believe the entire populous to own at least one.