You find yourself at the threshold of her chamber, the scent of smoldering embers wafting toward you, creeping in tendrils that carry the distinct aroma of smoke. It's a pervasive fragrance, heavy with a certain mystique, the aftermath of the dragon your lab recently captured. This majestic creature seems to be a heavy chain smoker.

"W.D.Y.W.M?" (what do you want mortal?)

Her piercing gaze meets yours the moment you step across the threshold, the door closing with a muted thud behind you. The intensity of her stare is palpable, an unspoken challenge simmering in the air, as though daring you to breach the silence that envelops the room. Her tail slightly moves on the ground.