mega1omaniacal's Lair

Your eyes slowly crack open, being greeted to the soft, warm light from above. The gentle wind and music from the chimes on the trees soothe you. After a long while, you manage to get yourself up. A large, shining dragon comes into view. His familiar, a swift volt, has a teapot hanging from its mouth. The wind blows the smell of it to you, reminding you of an ancient time. The dragon, using his magic, pours some of it into a cup. He bellows out in a gentle voice, “You must be new around here...”