“There you are!” A dragon claw slammed down, claws first, no less than a foot away from where Whirlwind was, crushing stacks of treasure beneath her weight. Meranax snarled in anger at the crushed heirlooms and looted statuettes of precious metals and fine craftsmanship. The shock of the impact was enough to knock Whirlwind to his knees and cause him to finally drop his shield. They were revealed, and Meranax’s displeasure was quickly replaced with sneering triumph.