[ 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 . ''

The dragon in it's very nature is a creature of greed. I am one such creature. But whilst I call myself a collector, these humans call me monster. They send their best to slay me, to claim my possession for their own. Hmph. Not even the greatest and brawniest of their warriors could kill me. 
 
 The dragon of promise is what I came to be known as. While my brothers and sisters were hunted to near extinction I live on. They ca n't harm me, and it's all thanks to you *предатель*. You did n't surprise me when you came to me. Many have before. Your confidence confused me to say the least. You. A creature of the light walking so pridefully into my lair, and using the old tithe to request audience with me angered me very much. But the dragon is patient, and thus I listened to your request. I recall the words perfectly. 
 
 `` We are born from the light, but bring nothing but darkness, death and destruction to this world. At our core, humans are sick beings. I know of your hate for us, so I ask this of you. Grant me power and I shall lay waste to those that murdered your siblings.'' The physical death meant nothing for me, for the spirit of the dragon is immortal. I remember as you carried me out of this cave I had made mine, and into the sun for the first time in a millennia. In this new form. Clad in my bones, humanity would tremble at your feet. 
 
 So give me your arm, oh bearer mine. Let me help you fill the world with teeth. 

