You stroll back to the village at a rapid pace alongside your companion, quickly reaching the outskirts of it in just a handful of units of time.
— “Do you know where the dragon might be headed?” you ask dAnkan.
— “It’s lair, I would presume.” dAnkan answers.
— “And where would that be?” you ask.
dAnkan stands still for a moment as if trying to seek some knowledge tightly locked away in the far reaches of their brain. “Nope.” dAnkan soon answers and keeps going as if nothing happened.
Getting closer to the centre of town you start asking people on the streets about the dragon, not getting much of a response from anyone. Unsure what to do, you suggest going to the library to find some books on the subject.
— “The library? You mean where the books are? No thank you, I don’t mess with books anymore, not since that mimic.” dAnkan shoots down your suggestion.
— “It wasn’t even a mimic, you just fell asleep and dropped the book on your face.” you fire back, but dAnkan ignores your comment and instead points to a poster on a notice board.
— “Look, dragons!” dAnkan points out, and as it turns out the poster does depict a few scary-looking dragons in some sort of heart constellation. There seems to be a play taking place in the theatre in just a few minutes about dragons. You lock eyes with each other and without saying a word rush to the theatre.