[K T Ong]

As Zang-Gief stepped into the room he had to bend down to avoid knocking his head against the top of the door. Stretching himself, he climbed onto the bed. The scene outside the window was pastoral, with a full moon spreading its silver upon a landscape freshly drenched with rain.

Then the barbarian noticed something in the room. In a dusty, neglected corner, something flashed. Something magical. Zang-Gief walked to the spot for a closer look.