Did you know that no one has seen a dragon in two hundred years?!” Eric slapped his palms on the table around his book, his hazel eyes the size of saucers. “One hundred and fifty years, actually. They say the golden dragon still hides in the mountains, but no one knows if they are in the mountains here in Daxaria along the western border, or if he perhaps rests in the northern mountains of Troivack.”
