You crawl through a cavern shaped like a dragon's mouth and behold a small dragon with pink scales sitting on a mound of glittering treasure. She has green eyes and long yellow horns. The dragon clutches a crystalline scepter topped with a massive bloodstone. Other dragons dump more treasure into the scepter-wielding dragon's colossal hoard.

"Well, hello," the dragon says with a cunning grin. "Do you realize you have stumbled into the lair of Dragon Lord Scales? That's me, if you're wondering." Scales takes a bite out of an emerald and chews a bit before swallowing. "What brings a lesser creature like you to me and my hoard?" Scales' eyes glitter with greed. "I certainly hope you brought tribute. It's only good manners when introducing yourself to the very deserving Dragon Lord. You know, me." The other dragons glance warily at Scales. She's clearly used to getting what she wants.

"Well?" Scales asks impatiently, flapping her wings for emphasis. 'What tribute do you have for Dragon Lord Scales, Ruler of the Dragon Lands, Mistress of Dragonkind, Wielder of the Bloodstone Scepter, Defeater of Dragon Lord Gaius, Guardian of All Hoards, and Rightful Overlord of Equestria, the Crystal Empire, Mount Aris, Klugetown, Yakyakistan and Griffonstone?"