Vaylin could feel the moist heat from the flaring nostrils of the reptilian titan; he felt his heart pounding. The Drelve froze some twenty paces from the head of the beast and motioned for the group to follow. Terror gripped him. The left eye opened. A deep gravelly voice echoed through the cavern, “You wouldn’t be trying to steal old Phanres’ treasure, would you?”
Vaylin could not move for an instant, seemingly frozen in a trance by the Cavedragon’s gaze.
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