Chapter 67: Hoard of the lowest of dragons

Cael stared at the things Princess put in front of him. Old weapons and armor, so rusted that it was hard to tell what exactly they were. Articles of clothing that weren't fit to be rags. Trinkets and baubles in the same sorry state.

Some of these "treasures" sparkled with timid glints of magic, but most didn't have even that. How many years old were they?

"This is a pile of trash," Cael gave his verdict. "For all dragons' supposed intelligence, the idea of storing items properly didn't come to the old queen's mind, Princess?"

"These are useless to us, anyway!" Princess said defensively and grabbed a rusty sword with the claws on her wing. It was an awkward fit. "Look. Besides, I'm sure there is something more useful, too. Coins don't rust."

Cael nodded, but Princess' arguments didn't diminish the pain he felt from looking at these items.