“It’s a heart-shaped box, you say?” Oglethorpe asked. The barbarian had memory problems from his past head injuries. He often asked the same things a few times.

“Yes,” Marburg the wizard said, “a treasure beyond price, it is written.”

“Hush, wizard,” Sambrod scolded. “We will need to be silent as the grave.” The thief made a zipping motion with his fingers over his lips.

The trio of adventurers entered the cave as quietly as they could.

Sambrod had plotted out the whole operation. They would sneak in and steal the box from the Great Lady.

As they entered the Great Lady’s chamber, Marburg cast his spell of sleep and they approached unmolested.

Afterward they opened the box.

“This isn’t gold!” Marburg spat.

Oglethorpe glared at Sambrod. “What is this?”

The box did not contain gold at all.

Marburg grabbed a handfull of sharp bones. “We risked our lives for — teeth?”

The spell wore off and a deafening screech came out of the cavern depths.

The dragon had awoken. Her precious children’s baby teeth missing from her den.

It was time to run.