12
It was late in the evening when Captain Burke called a halt.
Caden pulled his helm off and breathed in deeply of the cool air. His entire body was drenched in sweat, and he couldn’t wait to take the heavy armor off. Including himself, there were just over two dozen Runesmen. The massive wheeled cage that carried the dragon was pulled by ten Clydesdales, giant beasts that made normal horses seem minuscule in comparison.
The cage was really a boxcar, crafted of the same metal as their armor. There was a single door on one end that was reinforced with steel and covered with padlocks. Caden didn’t know a lot about dragons, but he had the feeling that if the creature really wanted to get free, the meager defenses of the boxcar wouldn’t be able to contain it.
“Gather round!” Burke shouted
