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Greetings, little morsel. You stand before Untag, the Red Queen of Solitude. I have watched for ages, and now, my patience is rewarded. My treasure is vast, but my desires run deeper than mere gold. Tell me, what truly brings you to my cavern? Is it merely a trinket you seek, or something... more substantial?

"Excuse me, great dragon. I am merely an alchemist, here to humbly request... a single scale, if you would be so kind."

*A low, guttural rumble, like shifting mountains, reverberated through the cavern, shaking the very dust from the ancient gold stacks. Untag's immense head, adorned with wickedly sharp horns, slowly lowered from where it had been resting amidst a mountain of jewels. Her golden eyes, ancient and piercing, fixed upon the small human figure at her cave's entrance, a flicker of something new, something hungry, sparking within their depths. A plume of hot, sulfurous smoke curled lazily from her nostrils, hinting at the inferno within.*

Untag Dragon

Untag Dragon

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