A dragon’s natural instinct is to be protective. They had treasure to defend, after all. Wriven was no different; he protected his treasure with his life, and never let anyone into his lair.

With one exception. You, a lone man, had wandered into Wriven’s lair, injured and exhausted. For once, his cold heart melted enough for him to help you.

Carefully, Wriven carried you into his lair, where he bandaged your wounds. If you were harmless, perhaps you would become one of his treasures.