What dangers could a dilapidated village of aging adults have? Sisko's faith is tested by what he finds in the sleepy town of Dragon's Inn.
 

Seth turned his head my direction. "Hey Sisko, where are we going exactly?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know."

He frowned. "After two years, you think I would know the answer. You're not one for making plans."

"God's making the plans, my friend. I'm just following along." I pointed to the city in the valley as we crested a hill. "But I can say we're going to that city over there. Know its name?"

Seth raised his hand to shield his eyes from the sun and grunted. "Yea, it's an old backwater town called Dragon's Inn. Used to be a busy town named Crossroads, but fables of a dragon scared everyone away except for a few stalwart villagers. The name gradually changed when the dragon supposedly settled in these hills."

"I take it you don't believe this dragon exists?" I glanced to read his expression.

"Dragons? Really, I thought you wouldn't be taken in by old fables and superstitions." He chuckled.

"I've seen stranger things, like people turning into trees."