The dragon looked at me, its eyes narrowing. Very well, God of Death, it said. Tell me the answer to my riddle.
The answer is tomorrow, I said. Tomorrow is always coming, but it never actually arrives, because when it does, it becomes today.
The dragon was silent for a moment, and then it nodded its great head. You are correct, God of Death, it said. Tomorrow is indeed always coming, but never actually arrives.
The dragon reached into its treasure hoard and pulled out a small, delicate amulet. Here is the Amulet of Fate, it said. May it serve you well on your quest.
I took the amulet, and I felt a surge of power run through me. Thank you, I said.
The dragon nodded its head. You are welcome, God of Death, it said. May our paths cross again someday.
And with that we go to each path we walken.