Kate followed Dana into a small bedchamber where they were evidently intended to refresh themselves. She turned in a slow circle, taking in the tattered bed curtains and window draperies, the mildewed bed covering, and the dusty stone floor. "This is where we are supposed to clean up? It's filthy." She shook out her hem, sneezing as a cloud of dust rose around her. "Something is so wrong here."
Dana looked up from examining something in her hand. "There's something wrong, yes."
"Do you suppose that man even knows he has a dragon on the battlements?" Kate sneezed.
"The dragon isn't on the battlements right now, Kate." Dana looked back down at her hand.
"What do you mean it's not on the battlements? We've been underground - how do you know that? And what is that in your hand?"
"Don't get cranky on me now," Dana said. "Look at this." She held her hand out to Kate, palm up.
"What is that? It's shiny."
"Haven't you ever seen a dragon scale before? That was no man, Kate, or at least not a man like you mean. That was the dragon, and we're really in deep now."