I must confess, after spending half a day mixing with this group of dragons who all seemed to have taken a wrong turn on the evolutionary tree, I almost forgot the reason we came here in the first place.
"There's an ancient relic nearby," I said loudly, looking at the black dragon, namely Char's wife (for some reason, thinking of this term always felt quite thrilling to me), "In fact, we came here for that relic."
All the dragons fell silent at once, Char nudged his wife's neck and whispered, "He's talking about the Forgotten Garden. They want to unlock that forbidden place."
The atmosphere subtly and swiftly changed. If the moment before, I still saw a group of cheerful recluses who had lost their way in evolution, then at this moment, I felt as if I was indeed standing before a group of Guardian Dragons. The black dragon, Tracey, fixed her large eyes on us, her tone suddenly becoming serious: "You want to go to the Forgotten Garden? Do you know what that place is?"
