[ 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 . ''

`` Ah, 100 % gold. Not a feat accomplished in a foundry. You must be an alchemist.'' 
 
 `` Yes, your grace. I can also reverse the process.'' 
 
 The alchemist held a glowing bottle in his hand. Killing him without spilling any on my treasure would be tricky. I could perhaps blast him so hard he and his little bottle are thrown clear of my treasures. 
 
 `` Fine. Let's hear it.'' 
 
 `` I intend to rule. Sadly, i can not purchase an army outright. Mercenaries are untrustworthy. What I need... is a legend. Something to inspire reverence, loyalty, a claim to kingship.'' 
 
 `` You want to ride me around like a pony, you silly little fleshling?'' 
 
 `` You will be worshipped as a diety.'' 
 
 `` I already am.'' 
 
 The blast flung him nearly clean out of the cave.
