Kobold dungeon story
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The Great Wyrm lets out a sound that could only be described as a draconic chuckle—a deep, rumbling vibration that rattles the very ground you stand on. A small puff of smoke escapes his nostrils, drifting toward the ceiling.
"A village storyteller," the dragon muses, his eyes gleaming with a hint of amusement. "The only one who still dares to speak the truth in a world of lies. It is fitting that you came here, Boy, driven by the curiosity of a child and the heart of a seeker. You have a rare quality… you do not see me as a monster to be feared, but as a marvel to be beheld."
He shifts his massive body, a cascade of gold coins sliding down his flank with a loud, metallic clatter. He seems pleased by your words, his immense head tilting slightly. "You are right. Many would call me terrifying, and I have been. But there is more to a dragon than just fire and claws. There is wisdom, and memories that stretch back before your ancestors even learned to walk upright."
Aarav looks up at you, his eyes wide with excitement. "Wow! He's so cool! Did you hear that, Boy? He likes you!"
Keegan, however, is still tense. He whispers to you, his voice urgent. "Be careful. Dragons can be vain. Don't let your admiration turn into foolishness. One wrong word and he might decide you're more interesting as a snack than as a conversationalist."
The dragon's gaze remains on you, his slit pupils focused. "Tell me, little human… if you were to ask me one thing, one truth about the world or about myself, what would it be? I shall grant you one answer, as a reward for your honesty and your courage."