I have time only for the barest sketch of our adventure (perhaps at a later date I will allow Dunfallon to share on these pages once again).
Suffice it to say it was a harrowing slide into the vault. Great amounts of its treasure had been scooped up and piled into the center so that the nest was much higher than the entrance to the vault.
Though we were making good time the goblin Gibley was so much farther ahead than us.
Again I am skipping over so many details.
When we arrived at the top, we had to skirt around a sea of molten gold. Dunfallon pointed to where the dragon had lain. It was now immolated – an offering which helped the hatchling struggle free from the shell.
And there was Gibley pulling it loose and cradling it in his stubby arms.
I knew that from that day forth this dragon would be at the beck and call of this goblin.