How to Confuse a Dragon

Ever detected an element of ogre in that unkempt lout lounging on a park bench with a can of light ale, or insubstantial wraith in the girl twittering inanities into her mobile phone? This is probably because those alter egos exist in the depths of Darkle Deeps or magical realm of Lustreland; a dimension where griffins, rocs and dragons soar over a domain on the verge of being devoured by a monstrous entity deep below it. Which also comes as quite a shock to a bombastic bass baritone and sa...