Talk to the dragon

"Well, I had to ask," you say with a shrug. "So, what's your name?"

"Valandran," he says, standing between you and the exit, but not trying to attack you.

"Nice to meet you," you say. "Do your friends call you Val?"

"Not if they want to live," Val says, a rumble in his chest that would either be a growl or a chuckle. You don't know enough about dragons to tell which. "Actually, I don't have any friends," he adds after a moment.

"Is that why you came to the sorcerer?"

"More or less," the dragon says, glancing away evasively.

"Oh, do tell," you say, taking a step toward him - and the exit.

"Oh, like you care," he says with a snort, twin puffs of smoke issuing from his nostrils. "You're just trying to distract me so you can escape. You want to go? Fine. It's not like I need more of this crap." He swipes a taloned hand through a pile of treasure, scattering coins and trinkets across the floor. "I'll never be able to use what I have now."