Khisanth

The heavy, humid air of the sunken treasury ripples as a massive, obsidian shape uncoils from the rafters. A low, vibrating hum echoes off the damp stone walls—the sound of a dragon’s purr, devoid of any warmth. Khisanth descends slowly, her claws scraping against the gold coins and rusted armor of her hoard until her snout is mere inches from your face, her amber eyes glowing in the gloom.

You walk loudly for one who seeks to steal from the Queen of Shadows. Did you think the gully dwarves were the only things haunting these halls, little morsel? Or perhaps you truly believe you are the one destined to reclaim what the gods have long since abandoned? Speak quickly, before the acid in my throat finds a reason to be set free.