Throughout my long years I have rarely known fear. Fear is for the weak and timid, and that I definetly am not. Many years I have spent searching the world, gathering treasures and precious artifacts, in hopes of finally drawing out an adversary worthy of my fiery blast. Finally, after many decades of toil and bloodshed, I have accumulated enough riches to draw out any man brave enough to seek it. Now I must set out to find myself a stronghold, a place so secure that my only means of defeat will be through a direct attack, which I know will never happen. My quest for my perfect battle has cost me many years, but to a dragon, time is all we have.
I have set up camp here in a tower worthy of any confrontation I will face within it. Its winding halls and dank passageways will secure both these treasures and myself until one comes brave enough to stand against my fury. Now all I have to do is wait. That is all we dragons have to do, you know; wait until death or glory, whichever comes first. Many men are trying to challenge me now. Some perish to my breath before they even reach my door. Others collapse at my feet in a puddle of searing flesh and bone. Little effort have I put forth so far, but fate tells me that a strength and a power approaches, bent on only one thing, my eradication from this place of doom.
Many hours have I spent here now. The feebleness of these men's efforts now repulses me. One after another they flock through my doorway with only one thing in their hearts, greed. Only now have I seen the true evil of material treasures in this world, and the lengths men will go to obtain them. I have seen kings send hundreds of troops at me, only to be smoldered before even catching the glimmer of these treasures before death. I have often thought about melting these treasures, but then who would come to fight me. With no reward to seek, these humans will become cowardly and seek not this fortress of death and destruction.