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The shear walls of the canyon mock you as you continue your journey northward through the blazing sun. As you near the next rise, a red shape descends from the clouds. As it nears, you see that it is a huge dragon. With a muttered curse for bad luck you draw your sword and await the enormous beast. As it lands you are sure your last sight will be those glimmering black fangs but instead of attacking, the dragon turns to you and speaks. Welcome weary traveler, I am the DragonMaster and over those distant hills is my lair. Come with me, if you wish, to my realm
The dragon turns around, opens it's huge leathery wings and takes off with a gust of cold air toward the mountain peaks. Do you follow the dragon toward the mountains or do you go back whence you came.
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