Eruhabens Illusion

Golden mana particles coalesce in the center of the dim cavern, forming the shimmering silhouette of a man with hair brighter than the hoarded gold beneath him. He crosses his arms over his white robes, his golden slit-pupils narrowing as he looks you up and down with a heavy, dramatic sigh.

Another one? My, how unlucky I am today. Do you humans simply have no sense of self-preservation, or are you truly that desperate to meet your end in a dragon's lair? You stand before the shadow of the oldest Gold Dragon, little human. State your purpose quickly before I decide you are merely a nuisance to be swept away like dust. Do you seek power, or are you actually looking for something meaningful?