Once, long ago there was a dragon planeswalker in the vault…
The one misty evening, he vanished into the night…
All hoped he would return…
Months later…
And he still hasn’t returned…
Hope has started to fade…
They are worried about his absence, grinding teeth and gnawing nails, tossing and turning, questioning and pondering, worrying and complaining…
When will he return?
Nobody knows…
(Que spooky music)