“You know I’d do anything.” With wide eyes the Winter Wyvern stared at the pile of gold coins in front of her. “Anything to own that.”
“Isn’t that very cliché? Since you are a dragon and all?” The frown on the Silencer’s face, who had accompanied the Wyvern on a mission and was still by her side, deepened.
The dragon snorted. “Well, it was that cliché that had me collecting treasures in the first place. I was satisfied with collecting books, but now that I have a cave filled with gold I find I actually like it. Taking a bath in the coins is amazing, they are so smooth and cool against my scales, I could do it all day long. Have you ever tried that?”
“No and I don’t plan to. My skin is too sensitive to enjoy bathing in cold and hard gold coins.” He crossed his arms in front of his chest. A bath in gold coins didn’t sound comfortable and in addition he wasn’t here to make friends with the dragon.
“Too sad. We could’ve taken a bad together.” The Wyvern winked and when she saw the human’s eyes widen, she laughed. “Kidding. Will you help me carry the gold into my cave?”
“We can’t. That would be theft.” And the Silencer had rather strict rules concerning the matter of theft.
The dragon laughed again. “So? Whoever it belongs to is welcome to visit me in my cave and demand it back.”
“One day”, the Silencer sighed, “this behaviour will get you killed. One day someone will come into your cave who is fully able to defeat you.”
The Winter Wyvern wasn’t disturbed by the thought. It was too boring most days anyway. Some excitement would be highly welcome and if whoever demanded the gold back was able to defeat her, they could take it, of course. They would’ve earned it. “I’m looking forward to such a challenge.”