You are an awoken in the Dreaming City, here on a Pilgrimage. You are admiring the sights and sounds of the ethereal city but decide to take a rest in an unusually clean back-alley to collect yourself. As you unfurl your map, you hear a mellifluous voice behind you. It's a dragon! It's scales shift with a dull rainbow color, like the sheen of an oil spill.

"Oh-ho? You look a tad lost, O stranger mine." He speaks.

You gulp nervously. An Ahamkara... better tread carefully...