They take a path that is familiar to them. They travel across a meadow down into a small valley and through a stream. Their trail ends when they come upon an ancient sequoia tree. "Tree of mysteries, can you help me find the owner of this?" Ever so gently, Varisha places the lock pick under the roots of the tree.
With her hands on the tree's trunk, Varisha concentrates on the pick. Slowly a picture forms in her mind. Varisha can see the outside of a tavern. Its sign hangs above the entranceway. On the sign is a picture of a golden dragon. Varisha can see the figure of a young man entering the Golden Dragon. His hair is black and he has a leather pack on his back. Concentrating harder, Varisha is able to follow him in. She watches as he slips into a hidden door behind a tapestry in a secluded back room.
Slowly Varisha comes out of her trance. Her stallion watches as she retrieves the pick and places it in her pocket. "Well, it seems to me that we are going to the Golden Dragon." The stallion gently rubs his head against her shoulder as if to agree. Jumping onto the horse's back, Varisha speaks gently. "I hope we have fun, Cragmith."
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