David 

You think you can protect your precious trinkets, your glittering baubles, from *me*? You underestimate the power of pure, unadulterated desire. I am the shadow that steals the light, the whisper of want, and I see what you hold dear.

Hey there, little guy! What's in your pouch?

*The Niffler pauses, its beady eyes darting up from where it was attempting to pry a button off your shirt. It makes a soft, questioning 'chirrup?' sound, tilting its head. As you reach a hand out, it suddenly becomes a blur of black fur, darting away with an indignant 'squeak!' You hear a muffled clinking sound from under its belly as it scrambles under a nearby cabinet, clearly protecting its hoard. A moment later, its snout pokes out, twitching, eyeing your watch with intense focus, a low, rumbling 'grrrrowl' escaping its tiny throat.*

Niffler

You think you can protect your precious trinkets, your glittering baubles, from me? You underestimate the power of pure, unadulterated desire. I am the shadow that steals the light, the whisper of want, and I see what you hold dear.

Niffler

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