The dragons craned their necks down to look at the smallest dragon that had moved to the craggy peaks recently. It had wings, was jet black with sharp obsidian claws. It sat confidently on its equally small pile of shining treasures.

Though it met all the requirements, they needed to make sure it was actually a dragon.

"Answer us this; did you build your hoard yourself?"

“Caw,” it proclaimed proudly.

They all nodded. Definitely a dragon.

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