The path wound through a series of caves, some still marked with rusted signs that bore such fanciful names as "Chamber of Clouds" or "The Eighth Wonder." I tried to picture this as the tourist attraction it must once have been, with happy families chattering and shooting trid—or whatever they’d used to record holiday memories decades ago. Now the floor was rough underfoot with fallen stone, and the system of caverns was a damp, dark, eerie place. Despite the dragon’s words of reassurance, I couldn’t help but wonder why it was leading us so far away from the outside world.