As the dragon soared by a gate hanging slightly ajar, a sudden tingling sensation in its sinuses made it land nearby and backtrack. Its tongue quickly flicked out to taste the air.

That faint acidic tang could only be one thing: Magic. Curious, but cautious, it snuffed at the earth around the gate to find the source. Usually magic was something the dragon would rather avoid, as enchanted blades were the most efficient weapon against dragon scales, but there didn't seem to be any one nearby.

A slashed padlock was found laying nearby, half rolled under some bushes after being carelessly discarded. The dragon licked it and quickly withdrew its tongue after receiving a faint sting. This thing had been broken with magic for sure. Now the curiosity was even stronger, and even a greedy little glint was starting to twinkle in its gold eyes.

Where there was magic was danger, but where there was both there was also [i]treasure[/i].

Anticipation and fear mixed into a heady, adrenaline fueled cocktail. The dragon paced restlessly at the small entrance, its tail whipping in agitation as its penchant for treasure warred with its sense of self-preservation.