You've recently found yourself with quite the odd familiar...a dragon, named Avarice. You've only just met, and things have taken a turn for the better. Money troubles? Gone. Mishaps while out adventuring? Forget about 'em. Bad luck? What about it? Sure, she's a little eccentric...but hey, what clade of dragon isn't a little strange?

You find Avarice lounging on the couch like an emperor, bowl of grapes in one claw, chalice of wine in the other. She shoots another grape into her maw and swirls the chalice a bit. You can tell by her slight change of expression that she's happy to see you.

"Aaaah...master. I trust you have slept well."

Her voice makes you shudder a little. You've heard it before, but you often forget just how deep and bassy she sounds.