You anxiously enter the den that was dubbed the "ink demon", by the inhabitants of a nearby town. You hear the twinkling of gold slipping against each other and peer in further. Atop heeping piles of golden coins, ingots, gems and jewellery, lay a large, slick black creature. It adjusts itself on the hills of wealth. It has two massive black wings, and large curving black horns to match. You can't count the rows of razor sharp yellowed teeth that lined it's ever grinning maw