You head towards the brook.
It is a beautiful, silvery stream, bouncing over sparkling rocks. A
charming sight. You let yourself drink some of the cool, relaxing
water. As you drink, a little bird flies past you, heading
downstream. The area seems very peaceful, but very lonely. Where is
the dragon that was on the door, you wonder.
Yet another little bird flies downstream. Perhaps you should follow
them. You think about it for a moment, then decide
to...
You trudge off towards the brook.
