It would leave no mark, no reminder. It was just a gate. Dragging myself away I made my way to the front door, following the click, scrape of my uncl...s unsteady gait, the paving stones slimy with moss and cracked from years of use. The fruit trees that had once neatly framed the path had grown wild and now, entwined with vines, met overhead, creating a tunnel reminiscent of Secret Garden fantasies, the light filtering through dimly and casting ghostly green shadows as the trees swayed gently. ”“That’s a good attitude to have, trust me. Just make sure you get a reputable person to handle your affairs. Done right, this can make you very comfortable for a long time to come,” she smiled.“I’m just stunned, Roberta. I never expected this. This is right out of the blue. Thank you for being so generous. If you’d never said anything about this, it never would have occurred to me. After all, I wasn’t alive when all this estate stuff happened.”“Jesse, you’re my brother. I couldn’t cheat you. "Her gums are nice and pink," she said. "I don't see any mucus at the corners of her eyes, which is good. Yes, you're a good girl." Son," she continued, "dragons are prone to inflammation of their renal glands, much like sheepdogs are. The glands need to be kept free of shit, and while she is probably going to keep the area clean, you need to check it yourself." I've got to stick my hand up a dragon's ass?" Pardin said with incredulity. "How do you know this?" Orcs and dragons are of the same. The next thing she knew, she was suspended about 5 feet off the ground in a part of the forest she didn't recognize at all. She was still held captive by the vines, but was surprisingly comfortable. The vines were velvety and soft to the touch, so they didn't hurt her skin even though they held her securely. Then she noticed the man she had seen before. He was seated now on some sort of wooden throne only a few feet away and was silently gazing up at her. Startled, she started indignantly.