[There is a bloody and exhausted man in teal practically tripping into your cave, setting himself behind a rock, and laying his head against his knees, breathing heavily.]
[silence, then the clink and jingle of coins from somewhere above as the dragon slips down from the top of a particularly large mound of treasure to the mountain floor]
[handwaving hydra getting a quest for a sword in exchange for wearing a heavy crown at all times (one that makes her hyper responsible outside of games) for an IC week, because i don't feel like threading self-cest today]
[laid out flat on the floor and staring contemplatively at a jewel that's the size of lace's entire head, which is flicked carelessly away by his talons when she approaches]
[Well - he was trying to be stealthy and sneak up to Waldemar, but he kind of slipped and slid down a pile of coins. So, he's kinda. Landing against Waldemar's front leg... oops.]
[His lair has always smelled faintly of sulphur. It's part of the mountain, his mountain, the place he fashioned a rough yet serviceable home out of before the Reapers came to obliterate his world.
Now there's the strong scent of smoke in the air. Smoke and fire. Claw marks in the stone, frighteningly deep.
He's brooding by the secondary exit to the mountain when she comes calling.]
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