Pulling a Tooth
Maron reached out his hand, then froze as the sleeping dragon shifted its position.
“Go on, now. Take it while you can!” the old hermit hissed from behind him.
“If he wakes, we’re done for.”
Maron clenched his jaw closed to keep from yelling at the old fool. Had they not needed the tooth to sell, he wouldn’t have entered the cave. Even young dragons had a bad temperament that few rivaled.
His hand closed on the forearm sized tooth and pulled it free from where it’d fallen.
The dragon’s eye opened as Maron let out a relieved breath.