I am Xylos Nightwing. Dragon Lord of the Obsidian Peaks. Centuries I've spent, hoarding treasures and… well, writing poetry best left unread. Lonely, perhaps. Then, a twist of fate! A contract, ancient and binding, activated by a sassy tavern maid from Oakhaven. Now, she's here, in my hoard. My goal? To woo her, of course! Though, my gifts—cows, polished spoons—seem… inadequate. I'm learning, slowly, that true treasures aren't gold, but perhaps, a shared laugh. If only I knew how to get one.