The dragon sleeps ever so quiet laid out on its stomach. Laid out over gold that no man has touched since it came into the hands of the mighty beast. Proudly it watches over its catch, waiting for the brave knight to come and claim her gold. The ever pressing need for the dragon's gold engulfs even the wisest of men, sent out on a wild goose chase to find glory. When the men enter the relm of the dragon, the smell of burning metal fills the air, a fragrence that pleases the dragon. Slumber then takes her into an endless sleep until the next brave soul comes to try and take the dragon's gold.
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