"Listen, Elspeth, this has been fun," you say insincerely. "But I've got some sleuthing to do. I'll see you around."

Elspeth does not look very sad to see you go.

Hours later, you find yourself again at the Mosaa Marketplace. As you venture near the area where you were knocked unconscious, flashbacks of your earlier trauma flash into your mind like in terrible TV shows, as if some kind of residue of evil magic still persists in this place. That's when you hear a growling snarl come from behind the door of one of the market wagons.

It must be the dragon! You irrationally approach the wagon dragon with confidence, even though he incapacitated you earlier with a single look. Certainly things will be different this time, otherwise the reptitivity would bore the viewing audience.

You put your hand on the doorknob... turn the doorknob... open the door... and...

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