Haunted by Helga’s silence, Linnfard reflects on pride and purpose as the party returns to Aerunda’s lair. Among shimmering jewels and ancient relics, they recover his bastard sword and plunder a chamber glittering with stolen glory. Yet amid rubies, diamonds, and a mirror that reveals hidden truths, Linnfard alone wrestles with guilt. Victory feels hollow. The dragon is dead, the gold is theirs—but righteousness, he learns, isn’t always weighed in treasure.
Linnfard’s dragon-slaying daydreams are cut short by fire exploding through Willard’s kitchen—turns out the red dragon tracked them home. Mabel’s nearly roasted, Edmund turns into a freaking hydra, and Jon flips across the courtyard stabbing tails while Linnfard flails with a “borrowed” short sword. Abby, in a blur, carves through the chaos and decapitates the beast. Victory smells like scorched wood and dragon blood. While guards gawk, Edmund assigns heart-removal duty to Linnfard, who now dreams of ruby-studded armour and impressing Amy. Just as long as someone finds his sword before he names himself Linnfard the Legendary.
A seductive stranger reveals herself as a red dragon, nearly incinerating the entire party atop a jungle pyramid. Jon dodges the blast, but the others are charred—naked, screaming, barely alive. Edmund teleports the survivors to safety, leaving behind ash, horror, and Jon’s shaken resolve. Amy's screams still echo as Jon recommits to vigilance, realizing just how fragile their luck has become.