Davrin had far too many run-ins, and Nina had none. Dragons were supposedly long extinct in Valsheria, the closest being the Descendents of the dragonkin down south. The fact that she was staring at one was incredible.

And then... it started to speak.

"I am dying." It said. "But my children will be born soon. Please take them to safety and care for them. Any piece of my hoard is yours to take as reward."

Nina was frozen in awe for a moment, then she frowned. "You're the one that put the quest up."