[ WP ] A wealthy dragon tired of hoarding his gold starts his own bank

“ Here at Palax ’ s Bank, we take guarding your valuables very, very seriously. Now, I ’ m Palax, the owner and founder of this humble bank. The minimum you need to reserve a spot in this bank is 30 gold pieces, or equivalent, ” I asked, smiling politely, rows and rows of dagger-sized teeth visible. The small human shivered – he looked so delicious as he did that – but he had nothing to fear at this moment. All humans were safe in this bank, because I had founded it not to attract prey, but attract their money. I was bored of pillaging, tired of coming back with wounds from the men who wanted to stop me. All I had wanted was the money, anyway, and that ’ s how I came up with this idea. 
 
 “ I only have twenty… and this diamond – is that enough? ” he asked, his voice was so meek, so pathetic – I wanted to laugh, pick up the small man and watch as his pants stain with pee out of fear. But, that wasn ’ t professional and I was better than that… while at work, of course. All bets were off once my hours ended. 
 
 “ Let ’ s see, let us see… ” I murmured, claws stretched out in front of him where he deposited a small, small diamond. I lifted it up to my eyes and it was truly a magnificent gem, albeit tiny. “ Acceptable… ” I muttered, eyes still fixated on his little gem. Large claws held onto the tiny gem, careful to not lose it. Carefully, I placed it with the other gems in my lair, where it glimmered and shimmered with the rest. “ And the gold…? ” I asked, finally pulling my eyes away from the diamond. 
 
 “ Yes, yes… here… ” he frantically dug around; anxious to make his deposit and leave. He pulled out a little bag, jangled it, and placed it in front of him. I grabbed the bag and spilled it in front of me. 
 
 Softly, I counted to myself, tip of my claw pushing each coin one by one into the pile of other gold coins as I counted, “ One… two… three… four… twenty. ” Once again I smiled, those rows of teeth horrifying the man, as usual. “ Can I get a name, little one? I have plenty of customers, as you can see, and, without a name, I won ’ t be able to return you what ’ s your when you come back. ” 
 
 “ Oh, yes, it ’ s Marty. ” 
 
 “ Marty… what a stupid name… ” I said contemptuously, glancing at the red-faced human. I leaned in, “ I ’ m only joking, what, a dragon can ’ t joke? ” I tilted my head, slightly. 
 
 “ Yes, yes you can! ” he stammered immediately. I watched as he took a couple steps back. I let out a little, bellowing chuckle. 
 
 “ Marty, you can rest assured knowing your valuables will be safe – don ’ t you worry. ” I could see him relax, ever so slightly, which was a bit disappointing. He was adorable as a fearful, shivering man. But, what can I do? I ’ m here for business and I really shouldn ’ t push the small man ’ s limit. 
 
 “ Now, Marty, go out and tell the next customer to come in. I ’ m not exactly a patient dragon. ” I watched as he scattered out of the exit. 

