[ WP ] As a dragon of innumerable age you have guarded your gold horde for millennium . Many heroes have come with long speeches on how they will slay you , the great evil , none finish . However this one is odd.He throws a coin on your stash , looks you in the eyes and says `` I have a proposition for you . ''

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 As a dragon of innumerable age I have guarded my golden horde for millennium. 
 Many heroes have come with long speeches on how they will slay me, the great evil. 
 None have finished. 
 However this one is odd. 
 He throws a coin on my stash, looks me fearfully in the eyes and says `` I have a proposition for you...'' 
 
 Ah! My faltering eyes- once I could see these bothersome little creatures- adventurers strapped into their silvered armor gleaming in my twilight darkness. With their sharp, useless swords and their broken lances. 
 
 Forever prattling on and on. 
 
 How they crow, in the beginning. In the end, how they scream. 
 
 `` There is a princess. She is a maid with hair as yellow as gold. Her eyes are like two luminous emeralds. Her flesh, unblemished ivory...'' 
 
 My tongue flicked out. I could smell him, stewing in his own juices. The little meatling's sweat mingled deliciously with the smell of his slowly roasting flesh. This weak armor they insist on serving themselves in, to cook themselves in. 
 
 ``... I will sell her to you.'' 
 
 Golden coins tumbled in great cascades as my old bones slithered towards it. 
 
 Such a small morsel. Such a small comfort. 
 
 `` Think of it! A golden wife! Every dragon needs a -'' 
 
 Snap. Slurp. 
 
 His bones broke with a satisfying snap. The marrow in his bones was salty on my tongue.
