Fred awoke back in the dead city in the dragon caves. He shook the mist
from his head. He had been dreaming. Or... a sudden thought came into
Fred's mind -- was he dreaming now? He wasn't sure. And it was too
difficult, too tiring, to make up his mind one way or the other. And
then he discovered that he was not alone.
On a long staircase that ascended up into one of the mighty buildings of the dead city, Fred saw a man. The man was tall and thin, but poweful looking nonetheless. His skin was a chalk-white. His thick, long hair flowed down over his shoulders and half-way down his back and was as white as his face. His eyes were dark orbs, dark like the night. He wore a black collared tunic. Over that he wore a vest-like jacket that, in the diffuse light that permeated the huge cavern, shimmered with blue scales. His long pants were also made of the blue scaly material, and his boots were of a dark black leather. The man came down the steps and walked toward Fred in a strange manner which made Fred think of flowing water. When he reached Fred he spoke. "Verak'sha ur thalen. Deilora thalen Drow'Chorazin." The man's voice was light and silky. He reached out a hand and Fred took it. He then led Fred to a high tower within the city. Fred walked with him without saying a word. He made no attempt to stop or to resist. For Fred felt that this strange man and this strange city must all be a dream. And why fight with a dream? The man raised up a golden goblet within which Fred saw a sparkling clear fluid. Fred took the goblet and drank from it.
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