The wishing well.

The next day, after you both had a good sleep, and Drake came back from hunting, you ask him about the wishing well that had been on the castle grounds in your world.

"Well? I've never seen anything like that as long as I've lived here." "Weren't you here when it was built?" "No, no, I claimed it after the previous dragon who lived here passed away. That was, oh...eight...hundred years ago? Something like that." Good lord. You probably should have expected this, but Drake seemed so young, even a bit younger than you at times. "Do you remember where the well was in your world?" You racked your brains. It all felt so long ago. "No, not really." "Why don't you try retracing your steps?" Sounds like a good place to start.

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