At the Runestone, the tall figure stared at the carved runes covering the surface of the large monolith. Blood dripped from its top all the way down its base.
The figure continued to try to touch the Runestone, wanting the magic before the heirs arrived. He knew it would take them a long time to walk to the clearing because they had never been there before. They could only teleport to places they had actually been to, nowhere else.
The figure circled the stone, not knowing what else to try. He knew there was a way to steal their power after they completed the quest, but the golden troll egg had already hatched. There would never be another one until the baby grew up and produced one of her own.
Three shadows passed over him as he stared at the stone, trying to figure out what to do next to try to touch the stone.
As the shadows grew larger, the man flinched, then looked up toward the sky. It was already too late. He was surrounded by dragons. There were three of them.
