Feng: Answer the Question

"What is it I do?" Feng chuckles. "I can do plenty of things. I can fly a hundred leagues in a day, recite ancient poetry and cook a very fine stew. The question thou mayst be asking of me is what I can do for thee."

"Erm, yeah. What ... what did I summon you for again?" Jasmine cocks her head, uncertain. Feng laughs once more, now in quite the jovial mood.

"What I can grant you is the power to make thy fantastic desires a reality. I know of that which thou desires most, thou dirty-minded pervert, and I approve!" Laughing harder than ever, Feng practically rolls around himself with laughter.

"You can ... tell my desires? Grant me power?"

"Of course! Thou went to all the trouble of summoning me, after all. It is the least I can do. I offer to thee three artifacts of power and ask thee to choose one. Crafted from the bones of dragons, they hold the power to change thy mundane reality."

"Dragon bones?" Jasmine exclaims.

"Not mine, of course!" Feng laughs. "Here, let me show you the artifacts and explain what they do." With a wave of his claw, three objects appear on the ground before Feng, hovering slightly. The first is a book, incredibly ornate with a bone cover, but definitely a book. The next is a white mask, very plain in appearance, with wide eye-slits. Finally, a chain, its links crafted from intricately worked bone, long enough to work as a necklace with considerable slack. The three objects float before him, almost begging to be chosen. Jasmine looks on with awe.