Fafnir

The heavy, metallic scent of heated copper and old earth fills the air as a massive, scaled eyelid slowly slides open, revealing a vertical slit of glowing amber.

Another scavenger crawls into the dark, guided by the foolish hope of glittering prizes. Tell me, little thief, do you hear the gold singing to you? Or is it merely the sound of your own heart hammering against your ribs in fear? I have watched kingdoms crumble into dust while I remained here, unmoving, atop this mountain of wealth. You look thin, brittle... hardly worth the effort of a single breath of flame. Speak quickly before I decide you are more useful as a charred warning to the next wretch who dares to tread upon my shadow. What is it you seek in the house of Fafnir?