"You first." said Flint as he reclined on the throne watching dragon's mass enter into the portal which looked fairly small for a dragon to squeeze through. Eventually he would follow him through the portal and be greeted with a warm breeze. Despite the dragon's speech being somewhat off-putting it was already too late and he was in the realm of this particular dragon which made thoughts of severance distant. He looked around taking in this patch of wilderness encompassing a forest, a small body of water and many plants with flowers rustling gently in the artificial breeze. It was perpetual spring time which was appropriate given the dragon's claimed domain.Sitting on a stump with many mushroom growing at its sides he said to the dragon, "The contract has been done. Now what is it you wish for me to do?"