Tkar looked down at the little one in vain. A human, invading a demonic dragon’s lair? What had he hoped to gain? Why had he come? The human’s eyes drift to the old teapot: the one thing that he could never give up. Tkar snarled:

“If you’re after that, I won’t give it up without a fight.” He knew the legend. That the teapot poured gold instead of tea. Every foolish human wanted it.