Dragon Ingot
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 The Jirrah named Ritter was a tough one to read. He seemed to be both truthful and deceptive at the same time. "I tell you," Morgan said. "I'm sure he is lying about this." He held out the golden dragon scale. The flickering lamp on his table reflected in a dozen directions off the angles and facets. "Looks real to me," Evie purred as she regarded him with the utter disdain mastered by all cats. She was resting on a pile of wrinkled vellum covered in some kind of meaningless scribble. "Only one way to know for sure." She was right. When it came to the unusual or arcane, she was always right. "I hate to ruin it." "Then don't. I don't care." Morgan went over it again. They had come back to the dragon keep after a botched raid, and here was this Ritter character standing in the middle of their courtyard like he owned the place. He had seemed friendly enough, asking for help from Morgan