[ 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 coin glittered as it arced onto the pile. As it bounced and slowly came to rest neither of the watchers spoke. Golden light reflected from a thousand thousand coins cast the cave in weak light, and the dragon seemed all the larger for it. Its long neck was held a few feet off the horde as it regarded the intruder, a human in travel stained clothes befitting a traveler, not a warrior. 
 
 `` I'm not here to try to kill you.'' He spoke with quiet confidence, `` I am Evard Just.'' 
 
 A vaguely feminine rumble replied, `` I am Scillaris. Your kind do not visit me. What do you want?'' 
 
 `` I have studied our histories of your people. I believe I can put an end to the thieves and killers that plague you.'' 
 
 `` How vague.'' 
 
 `` I mean to say,'' He hesitated for a brief moment, `` My people do not look upon yours kindly. We see what we wish to see, and believe all Dragons are killers. I do n't think this is true.'' 
 
 `` We *are* all killers, boy, but we are n't all the same. Continue.'' 
 
 `` Every time your name, or description, appears in our histories we are the attacker. You've killed many humans, yes, but it is we who come to your home. You are only defending yourself.'' She rumbled impatiently. Evard spoke more quickly. `` But I know this is not the case with your other brethren. Some have left, some we have slain, at great cost. But one monster remains: Great Jasciaron, Winged Fury of the Khalster mountains.'' 
 
 As he paused for breath, Scillaris interrupted, `` He is wroth only with your kind. He long ago lost patience with your endless meddling. And what matters Jasciaron? The Khalster mountains are far beyond human lands.'' 
 
 `` Yes, but he is the last great blight. Were we, you and I, to make clear the difference between you and he, the knights and robbers would stop coming.'' Evard rushed on, hoping Scillaris would n't simply speak over him, `` I do n't mean to kill him! Everything I've learned tells me that is a fool's errand. But if you were to give wise council or aid to a kingdom, all would know that you and he are not of one mind!'' 
 
 Evard stumbled back a step at Scillaris' chuckle, `` Perhaps by curing an ailing royal family?'' 
 
 `` They are good people! They've been poisoned by assassins. We have done all we can, but the toxin is such that we do not know the cure.'' 
 
 `` You must be truly desperate to have come to a dragon, even if I am not the Winged Fury. And all you offer is an enchanted coin and vagueries?'' 
 
 Evard swallowed, `` What else could we possibly offer you?'' 
 
 Scilarris was quiet for several minutes before she spoke, `` Your people are treacherous, and have no memory for debts owed. So the condition of my aid is this: The souls of your royal family be bound to my life so that should I die, they all perish with me. And this will persist for each new generation so that none of that family forget the debt.'' 
 
 Evard jerked a nod after only a moment of thought, `` So be it.''
