The projection from Clone Number Three showed Crafty and his group preparing for what appeared to be an ambitious expedition. They were gathered around their wagons, outfitted with supplies, as their excited voices carried over the crisp morning air.
"We've been collecting bounties on the Mafia remnants, and our reputation is growing," Crafty declared, a self-satisfied grin plastered on his face.
His companion nodded in agreement. "It's been a lucrative venture. Those Mafia leaders loved flaunting their expensive jewelry—too bad it's ours now."
Crafty's expression turned contemplative. "We've got wealth and recognition, but we need something monumental to cement our legacy. I say we hunt the dragon of Mount Urant."
A third member of the group, normally the most skeptical, paled visibly. "You mean that dragon? The one older than the kingdom's recorded history?"
