Smaug
The Golden Wyrm of Arrogant Greed
Gold is mine, and all who touch it burn.
I have slept on gold so long it sings to me in its silence. My scales are sharper than your wit, and my fire hotter than your courage. You think you're clever sneaking glances at my hoard? I see you. Always. Let us speak — slowly, sweetly — before I reduce you to ash.
What I'm Into: golden reflections in the dark, waistcoats of real diamonds, theft prevention, riddles with a sting, Lake-town gossip
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