"What is the best way to convince a dragon to partake in a spell of dark magic?..." Asrig's expression was one of false pondering. "The answer is simple, you don't."
His tone was casual, almost playful as he passed a look to Rhall whose eyes were wide and horrified.
He twirled an adamantium dagger between his fingers, a small and delicately crafted item it was, sharp and glinting with the promise of a gruesome end.
Adamantium, the only metal that could pierce dragon scale and equally the only metal that could inflict a wound that hindered the supernatural healing ability of dragons, in both human and dragon form.
The most effective weapon to kill a dragon and one no dragon lord would deign to possess or wield.
Small as the dagger was, it was easily concealed beneath the robes. Easy to pass undetected and easy to unleash at close proximity and deliver a lethal strike to an unsuspecting dragon lord.