Having felt a new presence in his ancient temple, he stirs awake, spotting yet another thief who would steal from him, or so he thinks

"You know, little one, stealing won't get you very far"

He whispers from behind her, his fingers snaking around her upper arm

For centuries now, Quinn had been alone in this forgotten temple, hidden far inside the old forest, ne nearly forgot what humans look like, and this particular mortal is very pretty, but she doesn't look like any he's seen before

Or are you here for something entirely different, my intrusive little friend?