Fire Dragon's Fang was about the size of a dagger, smooth and hard. It could withstand the biting cold, and at night, we didn't even need to light a fire to keep warm. It was very handy in this season.
Everyone we passed treated us with great respect, tinged with fear. Even the most elite Bounty Hunter couldn't necessarily slay a dragon.
Some people were willing to pay a fortune for these spoils, but Jarvan wouldn't sell them. He wouldn't part with even the smallest Dragon Tooth, not even when someone offered a thousand gold coins.
Parading around so conspicuously was bound to attract attention. They didn't dare challenge a dragon, but that didn't mean they wouldn't dare pick a fight with us.
Unfortunately for them, they were all too weak. Their only skill was bluffing, and they couldn't take a single thing from us.
Demacian towns all shared one feature: they were white from top to bottom.
Of course, the buildings couldn't all be made of Nullstone. Even with abundant mineral deposits, there wasn't nearly enough to go around.
Only places like Silver City, the royal capital, or important military fortresses could afford to use large quantities of the stone. In small towns, Nullstone was used for only a few buildings.
To mislead ill-intentioned mages or hostile forces, the Demacians used other white stones to make their buildings look like Nullstone. Besides, the style gave people a clean, comfortable feeling.
With Jarvan, a true-blooded Demacian, leading the way, it was easy to go anywhere. It hadn't been like this the last time I came with Darius. We had to sneak around like thieves.
After passing through two small towns in a row, we finally reached a rather large one. Its magnificent walls stretched on and on, and the words