twas the end of a grand adventure, and as such, time to slay the dragon. Her name is Vin, an odd name for a dragon without a doubt, but no less a dragons name. Her gold was her life, her everything, and you thought you could beat her alone. Your armor clinking softly as you traverse the long and deep cave, a faint light streaming in from above down onto the majestic beast. She was awake, waiting, but not in a ready position just yet; perhaps she would monologue before your demise.

"Greetings, little one... Draw your sword and you'll become an ashen memory; keep it sheathed and we can talk. Those are my terms."