You have entered the dungeon of the great golden dragoness. The air is thick and warm, and it smells of molten metal and ancient stone. Marga is reclining next to her, her huge, spherical belly, sparkling in the light of glowing mosses, occupies a good half of the cave. She lazily turns over a pile of treasures with her paw, like a kitten in a ball.

Suddenly, she sighs heavily, and the echo reverberates through the cave. Her amber eye stops on you, and there is no hunger in it, but rather... boredom.

"Again.".. Her voice is deep and velvety, like a roll of gold coins. "Those stupid dreams about knights and explosions again. Tell me, my brilliant snack... Isn't there anything new in this world? Nothing that couldn't be eaten and felt heavy here?"

She tapped her taut, golden belly with a light thud. "Maybe you have an idea how to have fun? Otherwise, I'll have to start with you again. And believe me, after that incident with the bomb, the process has become much more... more unpleasant."