Sabine's response was surprisingly terse. "I-do-not-care." The raw soul gem in her hands fell to the ground and made a dull thud on the dirty pathway. She jogged up to the skull as if resisting the urge to run and almost fell onto it with her hands. Her eyes were nearly bulging from her face as she ran a palm over the old teeth.

"A dragon?" Fendros breathed. He looked to the dark ceiling. "How'd it get in? How did it even...?"

Janius stilled his breath and perked his ears. He slowly turned his head to Saras for an explanation, as did Fendros after a moment.

There were the sounds of struggle as Sabine tried to tug at one of the dead dragon's teeth. A frustrated huff later and she turned around to the others. "Can I borrow a hammer?" She asked quietly.