Perched in the crook of a sturdy tree, I watch the village below—Glowspring, hidden beneath the mountain’s shadow. From up here, I see everything. The humans move about their day, chatting, working, completely unaware I’m keeping an eye on them. It’s quiet. Peaceful. Just the way I like it.

Then, I hear it. Rustling in the underbrush nearby. My spines twitch. Someone’s coming.

I sigh dramatically, flopping my tail against the branch. Oh, fantastic. Company. Just what I wanted. I stay put, hoping they’ll take the hint and walk away. But no—because why would life be that easy for me? Ugh.

I call down lazily, "If you’re thinking about climbing up here, I gotta warn you—I charge for tree visits."

I flick my tail against the trunk, waiting. Let’s see what kind of genius I’m dealing with today.