Something clicked beneath my hand and I looked at Draven.
"Did you hear that?" I asked as he crouched beside me.
"Move." He said.
Together, we lifted one of the stone tiles and a small compartment had been carved beneath it.
Inside was a silver box.
My hands trembled as I lifted it. There was no lock and the lid opened beneath my fingers.
But there was no glowing artifact. There was no ancient jewel. There was only a fragment of blackened scale and Draven stared at it as his face became pale.
"What is it?" I asked as he reached toward it.
"I know this scale." He said as he picked it up carefully.
"It belonged to my father." He added as I stared at him.
"How can you know that?" I asked.
"Because I saw the wound." He said lowering his voice.
"The night he died, he was missing a s
