"So how do we get there?"
"We ride the Dwagon!"
"Dwagon? Do you mean dragon?"
"No! A Dwagon! It'll stop by here any moment now, you'll see."
"What is this, a draconic fetish? Are you obsessed with dragons?"

The sound of rolling wheels caught their attention.

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Steadily approaching them now was a wooden wagon being dragged by a komodo dragon, with a thick rope fastened between the wagon and the stubby lizard's body. The komodo dragon's thrashing movements gave the rolling wagon quite a waggle.

"There it is, the Dwagon! It'll take us to where we need to go."

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