“So, what did killing a legendary dragon win us?” Jackboot asked.
Sam, who was inspecting the half-transparent screen only he could see, recited the spoils out loud for his crew as it was much faster than having to rummage through the dragon’s corpse.
“Four thousand Golden Drachma,” he whistled, “and a…” Sam’s eyes widened as he read the second spoil out loud. “Five Dragon Kholkikos Teeth…”
“Does that mean what I think it means?” Thunder asked excitedly.
Dr. Hearthstone picked up one of the teeth that had dislodged itself from the dragon’s maw. Unlike the teeth that were still attached to the corpse, this one had a soft red glow wrapped around it.
“According to the legends, when planted on ground scarred by war, the Dragon Kholkikos’s tooth will give birth to one of the Spartoi,” Dr. Hearthstone answered.
“Spartoi…” Jackboot repeated, frowning afterward. “Isn’t that what you called those bone monsters we fought on the bridge?”