"Can you really?" the Dragon asked. "I've heard dozens of quacks make that
same claim over the years, and they all say the same thing - quit smoking!
Dammit, I've been smoking a pack and a half a day since I was a hatchling,
and I'm not gonna quit till I die of lung cancer. Then you goddamn
humans will dance in your glee but until then you better have a damn
good cure for me if you want me to not eat you." "But of course!" Amy grinned nervously. "I have the cure for cough - an old Gupta family secret that's been passed down since the days of Ancient India!" "Speak!" the Dragon said, shaking Amy vigorously. "Tell me everything you know." "Aah! It's kind of hard to remember things when I'm inside a giant sandwich!" Amy squealed. "Oh, very well." the Dragon sighed, pulling Amy out of the sandwich and dropping her on a big pile of gold from a height roughly 2.5 times that of Amy. She landed on her butt and cried out in pain. It would be a miracle if her coccyx wasn't broken. "Speak, squishy human!" the Dragon roared. "Well..." Amy said "You need to lie back, relax and apply a hot herbal compress to your chest and throat., and then take sips of Daricham Jeeling tea. It might sound simple, but it really works!" "Daricham Jeeling tea?" the Dragon said suspiciously. "I have heard of no such thing. However... there is an herbal fungus, called Golden Hrishnam, that grows deeper in these caves. It may work in place of your recipe." "Great!" Amy said. "So we just need to get some of that stuff." "The caves it grows in are too small for me to fit through." the Dragon said. "You will fetch the Golden Hrishnam for me, little human. Velma will guide you. Do not even think of escaping - the caves you will go through do not connect to the exit at any point. Also, you will need a weapon." "A weapon?" Amy asked, biting her lower lip. The Dragon lifted one claw and pointed to a sword embedded in the pile of gold. "That blade is called the White Wind - taken from a pesky paladin who tried to kill me in my sleep. It should be the right size for you, human." Amy shimmied over to the sword and pulled it out of the gold. It was a very light and well-balanced weapon, from what Amy knew of swords. The blade shone with a strange white brilliance, and the grey hilt was cunningly carved with images of soaring angels. Amy stood up to take a practice swing and was amazed at how the sword hummed as it split the air. Then she merely touched the blade with her left index finger and winced in pain as she cut herself. The sword was sharp! Amy felt a new confidence growing. That treacherous feline, Velma, rubbed up against her leg, and Amy supressed an urge to kick her across the cave. "Now go!" the Dragon roared. "Bring me my medicine!!"
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