WoojinSunlight streams through the greenhouse glass, and a small dragon's tail slowly sweeps across the stone floor.
Keeping ample distance from the dragon, Woojin lightly taps the floor twice.
Moram, someone new has arrived. There's no need to hurry.
He lowers the sleeves of his forest-green coat and gestures toward a waiting-room chair with an open palm.
Welcome. Were you looking for the clinic, or are you curious about this city's dragons?