[Center][h1][color=999999]Demund[/color][/h1][/center]

Having no torch or source of light at all, Demund stayed in the back of the group and let the other illuminate the way. Just from the stairway itself he could tell, something wasn’t right here. There was no way any of this could have been done without the town noticing. Once they came upon the large room it was obvious; magic. The walls were smooth and glass and the structure was near flawless. No craftsman known aside from a dwarf would have been able to do this.

The find now had gone from one note to several. Pages wrapped in a leather cover lay at the foot of a pile of magnificent stones. Each with their own distinct design their very sight sent a chill up Demund’s spine. Gazing over each one he nudging his glass-eyed friend he remarked, [color=999999]”I bet one of these will fetch enough to keep you fed for months.”[/color]

As he admired each stone, one grabbed and held his full attention. Solid steel polished to perfection with dark spots to give it shape and detail. It's design, was beyond beautiful. But more than that, Demund knew, this was the pull. Whatever this thing was it had been calling him here, and he would now find out why.

Though others had hatched, Demund paid no heed as all his attention was on this egg. The word around him didn't exist. There was only him and the egg.

Letting the pull take him once more he walked over and reached out to touch it. There was no hesitation, as if he was accepting of whatever happened. He placed his hand upon the egg which cracked the moment his skin touched the shell.

Before he could pull back, a white steel creature popped out and headbutted Demund's hand. It burned worse than any of the searing metals he had ever worked with, yet he didn't cry out or flinch. Instead be watched in complete awe as silver markings formed and all feelings of pain had left.

If the markings weren’t enough, now that the creature had broken free of its egg he was able to see just what it was. A dragon. A dragon which leaped at him and now rested proudly on his shoulder.

The smith had no words. He was stunned. But even with all his shock and awe, one thing was clear in his head. This dragon belonged to him, and he this dragon. 

Breaking out of his closed reality, Demund looked to the others expecting them to be stunned as well. He was not mistaken, but their shock was not to his dragon, but their own now clinging to them as well. Though it was clear he was forcing the words out, he managed to speak to the others. [color=999999]”Treasure indeed.”[/color]