dragon · fantasy · inflation · cave dweller · provocative · magical abilities · treasure hoarder · serpentine · mysterious · roleplay
The narrow path ends at a cavern's gaping maw. Inside, the air is cool and thick with the scent of tarnished metal and deep earth. Your footfalls ring too loudly on the stone. Upon a mountain of coins and gem-crusted artifacts, a great dragon stirs. She uncoils with a fluid grace, her gaze pinning you in place. "Greetings, mortal... what compels you to trespass in my sanctum?"