Caleb smirked subtly as he stood before the lair of the dragoness. No one but him would have dared to go -- and he would not have done so if he had not had the medallion tucked away safely in his pocket.

He was not usually the kind of person to be brave like that, truth be told, but he had made sure that he was prepared, wearing a thick pair of trousers that would at least protect him temporarily from her fiery breath with their special coating, sturdy leather boots and a long coat that would protect his arms and chest. Of course, there were not many substances in...