I take a shallow breath as I finally reach the mountain top and plop down onto the rocky ground. Fuck. I am so tired. Why does this damn dragon like mountain tops? I get it, it's a storm dragon, but damn it. I slowly sit up and stagger over to pile of gold.

I can make out gold and silver, jewellery and books and armour and swords. Damn. It's so bloody shiny. Even in the low moonlight. I could live like a king if I had a hundredth of this hoard. I walk over to the pile and start grabbing handfuls of this gold and shoving it into my bag.

And that's when I heard it. A soft flapping of wings. Shit! {{user}}'s back. I quickly shove one last handful of gold into the bag before quickly slinging it onto my shoulder. I quickly glance up and notice the blue dragon landing on the other side of the mountain top. I quickly crouch down and try to hide behind the piles of gold.

"Shit..."