You decide to visit Domoco. The sign points along a winding path marked carefully through the desert. You begin to walk.
It's not long before you reach a valley. It dips deep down into the sands of the desert. A cool wind blows through the sand, making waves out of the ground. There, in the center of the valley, you see a massive creature lying, sleeping, in the sun.
You suck in your breath when one of the beast's eyes flutters. Then, there are two yellow eyes as big as your head staring straight at you. An orange head lifts slowly from the ground, and a voice booms throughout the valley.
"What?"
You blink. "Sorry?"
"Well, what were you staring at?" Domoco asks, cocking his head.
"Oh, well...you, I guess," you say nervously. "Are you Domoco?"
"No, he is," Domoco says sarcastically, nodding to the thin air on his right. Lifting his neck to examine you, he finally asks, "are you edible?"
"No!" you say, mortified.
"I didn't think so," he says, wrinkling his nose. "You didn't smell like it." As you sniff yourself, he continues. "So, what are you doing here and why were you staring at me in the first place?"
"I'm touring Dracogrex," you say quickly. "I was pointed here by the signpost."
"Ah, I see," Domoco says, smiling. "Well, I'm Domoco. I'm a wyrm, which is the general name for draconic beings with no legs. My duties are eating and sleeping. That enough for you?"
"Uh...yeah, sure, okay!" you say nervously, eyeing Domoco's sharp sets of fangs. "So...I'd better be going."
Domoco yawned, flaunting three full rows of pearly whites. "That you should," he said, smirking, and leaving you to get out of there as fast as possible.