Five hundred dragon people lined up in order, halting at the entrance of the swirling passageway.
The Old Toad stood on a boulder, holding a wooden stick, his frog eyes bright and alert.
Long Binglin respectfully presented a large wooden box.
The Old Toad opened it and, upon seeing its contents, his face lit up with a beaming smile, he removed the "Pathway Obstructed" sign and hopped away.
"Go ahead, go ahead, I'll give you a twenty percent discount on your way back!"
"..."
The pathway-blocking toad was removed.
The dragon people troops, feeling the terrifying pressure from the distant "small mountain," proceeded one by one with trepidation.
Watching the slow progress of the team, Long Binglin fell into a distant contemplation.
He had often heard the Great Elder of his clan speak of past Dragon Monarchs in the Dragon Palace, who would sometimes disappear without a trace, causing the guards to search everywhere for them.
