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old ways.
    â€œMaybe,” Dirk answered. “But then he’d just find somebody else.”
    â€œSo what about this Shadric Portal thing?” Sarah asked. “Do you think we should talk to Dwight about it?”
    â€œYeah, at the very least,” Max answered. Dwight was the resident expert on all things otherworldly.
    Sarah gathered her lunch tray as the class bell began to ring. “This is the second invitation you’ve gotten today, Max,” she said. “The wrestling pit, and now the Magrus. Maybe you should remember what happens when you go somewhere without thinking it through.”
    â€œNot everything’s a trap,” Dirk answered. “I, for one, like surprises.”
    Sarah punched him in the shoulder. “Surprise,” she said with a grin. “Happy now?”
    Dirk frowned, rubbing his shoulder. “No.”
    But Max’s thoughts remained on Dwight. He was anxious for school to end so he could head to the Dragon’s Den and find out more about the so-called Shadric Portal. Then he realized that for the first time in a long time, he actually felt hopeful. He wondered if that was a good sign or not.
    On portal potties

    VISITORS TO THE MAGRUS SHOULD be aware of the various customs and options available when needing to use bathroom facilities. For example, while learning a local dialect can be fun, never ask an ogre where the bathroom is in their native tongue (it’s only slightly different from a marriage proposal, and getting the two mixed up can lead to unwanted consequences). The best option is to find one of the Portal Potties, spread throughout thekingdom and voted “Invention of the Year” in 214. Unlike the porta-potties found in the Techrus, Portal Potties are imbued with magic so that their contents are whisked away to another realm without fuss or bother. Exactly where said contents are transported to is not known (some suggest Idaho).

CHAPTER THREE
    THE DRAGON’S DEN
    E VERY SMALL TOWN NEEDS A shop like the Dragon’s Den. Filled with comic books, games, paintable miniatures, dice, and used sci-fi and fantasy paperbacks, it was a refuge for those who didn’t skateboard or play sports or who just thought the ordinary world could do with some spicing up. It was also holy ground for the not-so-popular kids—a sanctuary against jocks, bullies, the mean-spirited, and those with more brawn than brain. Nobody judged you at the Dragon’s Den.
    The building that housed the Dragon’s Den was part of “historic” downtown, which Max had never understood because there wasn’t a newer downtown to really compare it to. It was made of red brick, with white columns out front and a metal overhang that served to keepthe sidewalk dry when it rained. The shop was part of a string of old buildings that ran along Main Street, nestled between the Hot Buns bakery and the Madison Pharmacy (which was a good next stop if loading up on hot buns). The Dragon’s Den had been remodeled recently, given a fresh coat of paint as well as a new door that actually acted as if it wanted to be opened. Pristine panes of glass had replaced the previous ones (more than one of which had had duct tape covering long cracks), and the faded sign had been updated with one that lit up. The place actually looked respectable now—the kind of shop a mom might drop her kids off at without worrying about roving bands of hooligans or insect infestations.
    Max pushed his way past the front door with Dirk and Sarah in tow. He had a sudden flashback to the rainy afternoon when the three of them had brought the Codex in for the very first time.
    â€œI’m having déjà vu,” Sarah said as they entered the shop, thinking similar thoughts to Max’s.
    Dirk smiled. “Yeah, that was awesome.”
    Sarah shook her head. “What don’t you think is awesome?”
    â€œHomework.”
    Max ignored his friends and walked to the