06-12-2018, 04:05 PM
As it’s been close to a thousand years, the last thing any of them would ever expect was a dragon. Maybe a goblin or booby trapped chest, but to say Dawid hadn’t a care in the world was an understatement. He exerted caution when it was needed, making sure the guards were within his eyesight, but away from them at the same time. Every once in a while, he’d check his journal on what to be on the look out for. He was looking for...an embroidered crimson egg jewelry box...?
“Of all the things,” he scoffed. Maybe it was his mother’s grandmother treasure or something. He’d probably have to pluck through a few things amid the various large piles of other treasures before he would find what he would need. His hand reached for a golden sword hilt. It wasn’t to take it as his own as someone who had to forge his own blade, he learned gold wasn’t exactly as grand as most thought when it came to being made as a weapon. Slowly and surely, he removed it, not wanting to bring the large pile of treasure before him down upon himself.
“Of all the things,” he scoffed. Maybe it was his mother’s grandmother treasure or something. He’d probably have to pluck through a few things amid the various large piles of other treasures before he would find what he would need. His hand reached for a golden sword hilt. It wasn’t to take it as his own as someone who had to forge his own blade, he learned gold wasn’t exactly as grand as most thought when it came to being made as a weapon. Slowly and surely, he removed it, not wanting to bring the large pile of treasure before him down upon himself.