What's in the Box?

Nozadion's furious wing beating came to a halt as she rested herself on the highest point of the ruins of the crumbling city, letting out a loud cry before flying back up and heading towards her patrons abode. She landed with a loud crash on the old wooden flooring, splintering the worn out and eroded pieces of timber. Furious footsteps rushed from beneath, as a small goblin holding a longbow burst through the door, arrow notched, before sighing when seeing the dragon and relaxing.

"Saarvith, you wretch! You foul demon! They found my hoard! THEY'VE STOLEN EVERYTHING FROM ME"

The goblin placed his bow at his side and scratched his head. "That impossible. Saarvith pick unbreakable fort. Pay off orcs. Open up rifts to the below. Treasure was safe."

"Five thieves made their way in and chased me out. Just like before, my hoard has been taken from me. What say you, you foul charlatan? You said the hoard I've spent years rebuilding was safe. Speak! Before I melt the flesh from your pathetic bones."

"Enough! You speak to a Wrymlord! Not a mere goblin! Go below. We have already gathered you more treasure. A tribute to your scaliness!" Saarvith led Nozadion down and sure enough, piles of treasure laid heaped on the ground, likely pickings from around the ruins and other amounts of plundering the raiders and bandits had pulled off. She smiled briefly as a reaction, before forcing her face back into a snarl.

"This is a start, but still so much less than I had."

The goblin looked annoyed, but changed his expression to a coy one as he looked up. "But scaley one, you've yet to see best part! Behold" The goblin ran, practically jumping between steps, and out of the pile picked up an iron box. He turned, and pried it open slowly, the dismal aura radiating from it immediately. "Well, lady dragon?"

Nozadion smiled a wicked smile. This would be her greatest hoard of all. Safe in this place, and if anyone dared to challenge that? She'd have her swift and merciless revenge.