There, in the furthest depths of the cave, Rodney found the remains of the dragon. It had died long enough ago that it was little but white bones and iridescent scales but Rodney stepped back anyway.
Each bone, each scale would fetch a fine price, as would its jewel if it remained.
The dragon had once guarded the previous kingdom, but the kingdom had fallen, the dragon had died, and both had become little more than stories Rodney had heard as a child.
He'd always wondered about the dragon, though.
Now he knew-
Rodney turned to go.