This is a story from long ago, many hundreds of years ago when Dragons still trod the earth's soil, before they were driven underground by man's increasing commercialism which destroyed many forests and farmland. That was when Dragons still dwelt high in the mountaintops. Now they dwell deep under the mountains, and no one who ventures in may see one, for they disguise themselves so cleverly that none can tell where they are, although many have reporter the pungent smell of creosote reaching their nostrils where there is no fire.