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"Rooting around in my hoard?" the dragon asked seemingly puzzled, then she began to chuckle, or something like chuckle. The commonalities between human and dragon laughter were few. It somehow seemed to call up crashing tides and shattering rocks.

"It wasn't in my hoard when it was stolen, if it had been the thieves would be in my belly," she replied, smiling and suddenly seeming to have far too many perfect pearly teeth.

"The will and my...the item, were both stolen from the vault of the Cathedral of St Anthony the Illuminated."