[ 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 . ''

Not many make it this far into my resting place without me noticing. This one has cunning. But not for long. They all end up dead, stealth or no. I rise and make way towards the cloaked intruder. I ignore the coin he tosses my way, nor do I pay any mind to his foolish babble of `` propositions''. I've grown weary of these self-righteous trespassers who speak of bravery and virtues, all the while their hearts are filled with murder and greed. 
 
 As any dragon who has survived throughout the ages, I see clearly into the minds of men. I read them like the poorly written epitaphs they are. I relish his shock as he realizes I have no intention of listening. He turns to flee, but is not fast enough to escape my flames. I take delight in seeing his cloak ignite into flames like a garment woven entirely of spark cords. I began walking away, satisfied that I'd rid myself of yet another nuisance when I catch a glimpse of the coin my charred visitor tossed down. Picking it up between my talons, it's familiarity jumps out at me immediately, it's image & inscription piercing my mind. 
 
 Fearing I may have made a grave error in judgement, I look back, and instead of charred remains, my eyes meet upon two unexpected perplexities. The first being that before me stands the intruder, unharmed, unarmed, and naked. All clothing apparently burned away, but flesh clearly unscathed. The second being this: the intruder is not a man but a woman! Visibly irritated, I see her eyes quickly scan my form, starting at my tail, looking over my wings, taking note of the markings of my scales, and my crown of horns. Her gaze finally comes to rest on mine. It's then that I realized that I sense nothing from her. No thoughts, no fear, not even murderous intent. Nothing. There may as well be nothing there, for all I sense from her is a void. Finally she speaks: 
 
 `` As I was saying, before I was rudely interrupted, I have a proposition for you. And if you want to continue to protect'IT', hidden somewhere amongst all this gold and gems, you will listen to what I have to say.''
