Valentius stared at the baby dragon before him. It was no bigger than a cat.
Doomed now, that its parents were no longer in the land of the living.
"What were you doing in here?" Valentius snapped. Dragon mothers never left their young until they were old enough to fly.
To hunt for themselves.
"Us? Oh, nothing, we…"
Valentius' eyes landed on the pile of golden coins and gems he was certain were the baby's cradle.
The dragon had just been defending its family! Valentius gripped Mercy once more.
How dare these people lie to him like this?
"It stole everything we had!" The gnomic woman yelled, hiding behind Albert.
"What right do you have to be a judge?" Albert asked, only to look at the small dragon, which was now trying to bury itself in the coin pile.
"It is afraid," Albert whispered. The wind carried the whisper to Valentius. The brunette placed his dagger back on his belt.
