Now Griselda has been "patiently" waiting in the parlor for someone to show up. "That boy had better return soon," she tells herself for the hundredth time. Finally she hears voices in the hallway getting closer. "It's about time," she mumbles.
"Fiddlefaddle, you did remember to lock the door to the caves didn't you?" she hears the Baron ask as he enters the parlor. Busy talking to Fiddlefaddle, he doesn't notice the Dowager sitting in his chair.
"Allowishes, where have you been?" Griselda asks.
“Oh this is getting even more interesting,” grumbles Fiddlefaddle as he leaves to make tea. “First a visitor in the caves and now one in the parlor and all I wanted to do was to put my tired feet up.”
“Sit down young man. Are you going to tell me about it or do you think you can still hide secrets from your mother?" commands Griselda as she motions to another of the chairs in the room.
“You can ask me those questions later, let’s talk about your new house guest in the caves below the mansion. I want to meet it… now! Do you know what kind it is?”
Looking slightly confused the Baron replied, “How would I know? Aren't all Dragons alike?”
“Don’t worry, I will show you my son. I would like to meet this Dragon, but before I do, I need a dandelion about to go to seed.”