"Will it eventually grow a new scale there?" I asked, remembering stories about dragons losing a scale and having a chink in its armor for centuries.

"Yes, but that particular dragon is likely to lay low for the six months to a year that it will take for that to happen." Zanantha mused.

"I will have to see what kinds of arrowheads I can make with these..." Risavis marveled, turning the shards over in her hands, being careful around the edges.

My adrenaline began to fade.

"Well, that's more then enough excitement for tonight, I think. You said the dragon won't come back, but I'd rather not risk it. Can...