Samuel listened to the dragon with gold, lustrous scales attentively—he neither spoke nor reacted with his passive banter. He also didn't comment with the hint of sarcasm either. Samuel could only stand still and digest every word the dragon was uttering before he left the treasure room, shutting the large doors behind him, leaving Samuel surrounded with piles of treasure.
Alone with a brightly-lit room shrouded with glistening gold and gems, Samuel stood frozen to the spot.
'What the hell.' Samuel thought, sitting to the floor—with the mountain of golden coins behind him cushioning his fall. Samuel's hand reached his forehead as his stunned expression reflected to the polished ground.
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