I fought a dragon for this token...

[SkywardtheDragon]

The battered dog trudged up to the circus, his fur still smoldering. He had finally defeated the dragon, only to find that its hoard contained a token—and nothing else. He was about to throw it away, until he saw the back—inscribed in the wood was “Medieval Faire”.
Asking around, he was able to ascertain the location of this mysterious faire. It was close by to the dragon’s lair, thankfully. He didn’t even stop to clean his fur from ashes, or even put out the lingering fires.
The alleyway was dark, the tents faded and torn. Still, he pressed on. He had to figure out the secret of the mysterious token! Only one tent had a light on inside, so he entered it. A chill surrounded him, and he shivered.
In front of him formed a spectral being, somewhat like a dog. He kept his courage around him, and said, “I’m looking for the ring toss!”
The ghost gave a hollow laugh. “Kid, you’re nine years late!”