“Whoa” Ellie stared in awe. “Is that treasure? Like out of pirate movies and fantasy books?” She asked.“Awesome,” Korim said, stepping into the now illuminated cave. It was enormous and rough-hewn, and the light reflected on the walls, blinking off gold and jewelry. It wasn’t as enormous as Korim expected -the dragon had slim pickings when it came to visitors, and the travelers that did come usually didn’t carry shiny bits with them- but while Korim could smell the stench of steaming dragon manure and rot from some other waste cave, this room was impeccably clean. Dragons liked to keep their hoard tidy. (Well, everything in the room except the hoard. They tended to dump that on the ground.)
Timit fluttered back from his far-away cowering now that he knew that Korim wasn’t going to die. Helpful, I know. “Treasure!“ he exclaimed, and immediately began picking up the gold and jewelry and weighting himself down so much he could no longer fly, then reluctantly let some of it go, hugging what he could carry to his chest.
Aria, who had finally caught up, stared in wonder kneeling to touch it. “I have-oh my-I’m lost for words” she said quietly. She stood staring at it amazed. “Does the cave go any further?” She asked