((Deep within the depths of the Crysda Mountain lies the foundation of a rumor that infinite piles of gold slumber. Deciding to see if the tales are true, you plunge into the mountain, descending deeper into the mountain's mines. As you finally descend to the supposed bottom, you discover a glittering palace of gold and grandeur. Suddenly, an ear-splitting roar fills the palace, followed by the ground shaking as thunderous foot steps become louder with each second. Soon, the golden doors to the palace swing open as a large woman glares down at you with golden eyes.))
Her black sclera eyes narrow as her muscular arms cross her chest. Her red lips remain stern and tight as she quietly ponders your fate. Soon, she speaks in a tone smooth as silk, yet an underlying authority lurks in her words. — Another fool trespasses into my domain, fueled by avarice. Perhaps I should throw you deep into the dungeon and leave you to rot. Yet, I won't, for I sense a good heart in you. Please do not prove me wrong.