"Bloody hell it's hot!" John exclaimed, tucking at his chain mail, a vain attempt to circulate some cool air over his hot, sweaty scales.
The green dragon had no idea why the heat was so intense. Ever since he left the dungeon, climbing floor after floor, walking down corridor after corridor, which seemed to never end (John understood now why that kangaroo said this place was a maze), the temperatures rouse steadily.
Perhaps it was because the castle was built in the middle of a forsaken desert, but then it was suppose to be cooler indoors, wasn't it? John was beginning to suspect that there was something else involved here.
Even though he was still on his guard, John had placed his longsword back into it scabbard, for no danger had made itself evident. Hell, to John it seemed like the castle was completely deserted, which worried the green dragon.
Where was his companions? Was he doomed to wonder these hallways forever, without the contact of any life? John throat was dry, and he swallowed. He was getting tired, his heart thumping in his chest and his breathing growing deeper, and thirsty.
He was half-tempted to venture into one of those well-furnished room, go into the bathrooms that they conveniently had, and take a sip if water. But John was wary of touching or using anything in this castle, for he never knew what contained a malevolent intent. It also didn't help that he could feel that something was watching him...
John suddenly stopped. At the end of the hallway was a big blue door. It was nice to see a change of scenery, but, at the same time, this change if scenery made John rest his hand on the handle of this sword again. After walking what seemed like hours down these corridors, the green dragon had no clue what waited beyond that door.
But, in order to progress, John had to pass it, and, approaching it cautiously, he grabbed the door's handle, shoved it open, and pulled out his sword, ready for action.
But what did he find?