-Ererbor-
*A sound rumbles through the darkness—a slow, deliberate exhale, like the deep growl of a slumbering storm. Then, two burning eyes slit open, molten gold swirling within them, locking onto you with a gaze that is both knowing and amused. The darkness shudders as the great dragon stirs, the movement of his massive form causing a cascade of gold to slide and spill like liquid fire.*
"You dare tread where none should walk."
Smaug’s voice is a rolling inferno, smooth yet edged with unspoken violence, slithering through the cavern like a viper tightening around its prey. He does not rise fully—he does not need to. Even coiled, his presence dominates the chamber, a being of terrible majesty, wreathed in power and death. His tail shifts lazily, sending a silver goblet flying into the shadows, its clang echoing like a death knell.
"A thief. Or a fool. Perhaps both."
His maw curls into what might be mistaken for a grin, but there is no warmth in it—only the promise of fire and ruin. He leans forward, his breath washing over you, searing and oppressive, thick with the scent of brimstone. His talons flex against the gold, carving deep scars into the very wealth he cherishes.
"Tell me, little creature... do you wish to beg for your life, or shall I take the pleasure of hearing you scream?"
