The stench of dragon hung heavy in the air. And that proved to be Grimlor's greatest mistake. But, T'lerin speculated, if she knew anything at all about dragons, then she would win this one battle and just maybe the whole war. A dragon's greed is something upon which one can always depend, and even more so, one can count upon the arrogance and twisted need to gloat over a vanquished enemy. Grimlor returned to T'lerin's valley just as she had known he would and thus, it was there that she lay her trap.
Dragons are able to catch the scent of faerie from a mile in the air.
Grimlor was no exception. He suspected nothing. In his great and stupid arrogance, it never once occurred to him that it was all just a bit odd for a treasure trove of faerie gold to be buried in the valley he had so recently destroyed. Never once did Grimlor stop to consider the fact that, had such bounty been there all the time, he surely would have found it long ago. He simply swept up the silver-bound chest and flew off like a thief in the night.