Go to the lair
"Very well." The dragon's gide shimmers in the misty dew.
"Climb to my back and hold tight." He crouches down and
helps you to his back. The next thing you know, the ground is getting
farther and farther away. You hold tight for fear of falling.
Gint lands and helps you off again. As you peer into the lair's
enterance, you wonder how a magnificent dragon like Gint could fit
into something that small.
As you stand there trying to decide whether or not to go in or not,
you hear a few small squeaks ans a babyish growl from inside the lair.
You...
"I would love to see your home, Gint."
