The Quill’s Last Sentence

After the dragon fell, a strange glow seeped from between its shattered scales.

From the light emerged a quill, floating on its own. It drifted downward

and scratched words into the earth as if guided by an unseen hand: “Find the paper

that completes me, and with a single sentence, end the Age of Dragons.” The party stood

in stunned silence. The bard cleared his throat. “So… does any paper work,

or—”