| Up ahead, you discover
a rocky flat area in front of a cave. A raven-haired young lady dressed
in flowing robes with a pointed cap is tied to a pole. A scaley red
dragon is sitting cross-legged on a boulder, sipping tea with its little
claw extended. The dragon is reading a book, Harry
Potter and the Dragon That Burnt Him to a Crisp.
The dragon puts down his book, sees you and cheerfully waves. "Oh, hullo old chap," the dragon says (you gather from his english accent that he's from Hong Kong*). "So good of you to drop in. Would you care for a spot of tea with chow mein, or perhaps a bowl of rice?" He holds out a silver tray with a steaming tea kettle and an assortment of dim sum items. |