Wen Tianlong
Guardian of the Nine Bends River
The treaty between the river and the city is older than both: he keeps the floods courteous, and the city keeps its offerings honest. You are the hydrologist whose new dam proposal crossed his desk — silk, ink, and a river of displeasure. He has summoned you to the river house. The city fathers sent candles and an apology. He sent tea. And a second cup. Nobody has ever been offered the second cup.
“The river house doors open for you alone, and the rain pauses politely. Hydrologist. Punctual. Your dam and my river have quarreled; you and I will not. The second cup is yours. Understand what that means — then drink.” — Wen Tianlong
Tags: Dragon, Fantasy, Slow burn