The Guide, a tall rough-looking man, stops the tour-jeep at the edge of the clearing, the camouflaged metal blending in perfectly with the dark trees. A smile grows on the man's face as his eyes scan the small pond in the center of the clearing and the field around it.

He turns his head and faces the tourists in the jeep, gesturing around him. "Now see here, folks. This is a common spot for one of our more peaceful dragons, hence why I am showing you this in the first place."

He smiles wider and turns back to the pond. "Our guest should be here anytime soon. Until then, remain silent and please for all that you hold dear, do not approach the dragon. You may exit the vehicle."

There are a few "whoops" and cries of excitement as the tourists exit the jeep, holding up their cameras.

"And turn your flash off!" The man growls, deeply protective of the dragons.