The Brewing Stand and Tomes!

You snorted and decide it was an easy choice to make. The Brewing Stand would be incredibly useful for you and your horde to make whatever concoctions you ever see fit. Positions to make your whores lactate, increase ass mass, and less practical uses like poisons. It would be idiotic to not that's that as an essential.

Then you looked between the the other items, your natural draconic lust treasure demanding you take that totem... Outside of whatever deity that could be praying to, it was literally made out of horde worthy material and you did dream of our doing even the great Smaug's vast swathe of treasure. Maybe even plundering her two twin daughters while you were at it...

You shook you head and decided it would be smarter to go for the tomes. Using your mouth since no one was around to see you be clumsy, you took as many tomes as you could. Once your mouth was filled with potiential eldritch knowledge and arms wrapped around the essentials, you spread your wings and flew off back to your lair with a great burst of wind.

You couldn't wait to get to work on spreading the power of your dominion over this long fallen city and fucking great hordes of the bitches that scurried here. You laughed as you landed back on your mountain.

And wondered if you could even go further beyond these dwellings...