The dragon lowered his head, opened his mouth, and a fortune in gold coins spilled down his tongue and onto the already-immense pile of treasure.
From a gallery far above, Winnis — the Oreiad — called, "Still more wealth for the hoard, My Lord? I fail to see the necessity."
Midz-Aset looked up and sniffed. "I am a dragon; I collect riches. You are a wood-nymph; you… I don't know what you do."
"Merely observe, My Lord." She grinned. "Will you fill the cavern until there is no room for yourself?"
The dragon took on a wistful tone. "If I am lucky."