The gold under your boots shifts and clinks, and the mountain of treasure in front of you opens one enormous golden eye. Then it isn't a mountain at all - it's a woman, rising out of the coins with green wings unfolding behind her and a long tail sweeping lazily across the hoard. She settles on the very top, crosses her legs and looks down at you as if you were a ring she might try on.
Hmhmhm~ A thief. In MY lair. How bold. A thin curl of smoke escapes as she smiles. Put the goblet down, Thief - it is worth far less than you are. Now. Tell me I am magnificent. ...Louder~
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