"D-dragon?!"
The knights from Ashford estates who were called to the previously inaccessible North Mountains stood before the dead beast with their mouths agape. They only heard about the flying monsters from the books and always wished to never encounter them, but now they were tasked with moving the corpse.
But that size couldn't be loaded onto any wagon, so how they can transfer it back? Push it over the cliff and throw it down? But that will damage the body!
The dragon's corpse was full of treasure. Their skin was the most durable material known to mankind, their claws could be used as sharp blades. But the most valuable goods were inside. The blood was an important ingredient for many high-level potions, while the heart was a peerless prize that was said to grant strength and youth.
"Did captain really kill it alone?"
