The dragon was curled around a throne, its eyes leering at the door as people came in. The entire work was carved from stone, with a few major exceptions. The eyes of the dragon were gems as large as fists, with a slot behind them in which a candle may be lit. The seat of the throne was draped in red velvet, and upon its seat were a stone orb and a sword. Despite Ternoc's claim, every inch of the carving was worked by the hand of an obvious master, to when Ardasa could count the scales on the dragon's hide. "I can only imagine the story behind that," she said. The dragon's eyes stared into hers, and she had to remind herself that it was just stone. Stone and jewels. "How does a dragon rule a city?"
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Kutur stood in the cold desert night, pondering the temple before him. Could anybody even be in this late in the night? It is true, there are too many impoverished kobolds in the streets, and many seek asylum during the dark hours of the night. However, prayer hours do not start till the sun awakes in the morning, and his mind would not allow him to wait for that. He shook the doubts from his head. He needed to know. Raising a claw, he tapped on the doors, loud enough he hoped to wake any resting within.