Hoard of Riches (Ending)

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Companion: Auria = 1}Auria chooses to stay behind while you continue ahead.{endif

}

When you turn your head around a corner, an unfamiliar room reveals itself to you. Along the stone walls are fine art pieces with bright pigments that must be exclusive enough to be rarely found in the surface world. Even in the inn back home, the artwork looks drab in comparison to this. Even the golden frames are carved with fine details that you can spot from afar.

The ground is almost glowing with light reflecting off a mound of coins and shiny baubles stacked in the middle of this constrained room. There are thick walls and an impermeable ceiling on all sides of this hoard, giving you the impression that whoever is responsible for this must have tactically selected this location.

You think you caught your lucky break as you rush toward the pile of riches and sink your hands into more than you can carry. Then, it suddenly hits you that you can't steal everything and take it all back home. You have to be strategic about what you can reasonably carry with you.

Before you have time to sit with the thought for long, a menacing growl and stream of hot air shoot down your back. You see steam rush across your shoulders and to your feet, giving you a good idea that whatever made the terrifying sounds is right behind you.

You instinctively turn over to see what will surely be your demise, but instead, a petite, androgynous dragon-like humanoid glares furiously at you. You immediately notice that the creature is flat-chested with a bulge bigger than yours nested inside of a scaley sheathe.

"Touch my things, and I'll _kill _you," he hisses between bared teeth.