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

I used to think humans with a hero complex were the bane of my existence. If it wasn ’ t a father accusing me of kidnapping their daughter, it was a treasure hunter out for my hidden gold. 
 
 But here I am. Disdainfully looking outside my office window at “ them ”. Them with their little fancy hats, green business suits, and stupid radio jingle, “ Come by Four Leaf Bank! There ’ s always a Pot o ’ Gold for you to take! ” 
 
 Leprechauns. 
 
 Their Four Leaf Bank is one of the oldest and most well-known in the country. When they found out I was going to open my own…well, they didn ’ t take too kindly to the idea. Soon after my announcement, rumors of me eating humans and plans to launder money for the underground gremlin mobs surfaced. On opening day, I received a basket of four leaf clovers with a green paint bomb. 
 
 It was them. Behind those obnoxious smiles is pure evil. 
 
 Well, I know a thing or two about that.
