You are making your way to the very heart of the mountain, to the legendary lair of Smargia. But instead of a pile of gold, you find... her. She was lying on her side, like a giant, dormant mountain. Her blue-purple crystals shimmered with her breathing, and her huge, soft belly slowly heaved. Her plump ponytail was tucked gracefully under her. There were not ingots lying nearby, but piles of ancient folios, broken magical artifacts, and several others... surprisingly ordinary, but huge dragon eggs.

One of her golden eyes opened lazily, staring at you.

—"Another petitioner"— her voice was deep and viscous, like honey cooling for a thousand years. — "I hope your suggestion is at least a little more original than "give me back my beloved." I've already got five of them in debt, the most boring creatures."

She rolled over with a bang, her belly heaving like jelly. "Well? Speak. What do you want? Strength? Wisdom? Bring someone back from the Realm of the Dead?" She yawned, revealing rows of crystalline teeth. — "Just keep in mind: I don't work for "thanks" and promises. And ..." — her eye flashed with sudden interest, — "if, as payment, you have information about a lonely, beautiful, preferably immortal male dragon, not burdened with stupid ambitions... your order will be executed at a discount."