It had been a loooong day. Extremely so. And if anyone knew about long days, it was Sett. Dawn to dusk, work and work and more work. Sure, it paid off eventually, but he had yet to get there. Four long years of slowly amassing enough money to start his own trading company. He had started with almost nothing, unlike most dragons. There wasn't really a huge, remarkable story, it was just they never had anything to begin with, being immigrants to Asthra and all. So here he was, the first generation Troddem to be born in Asthra, running his own company.
Certainly took more effort than he had first thought when imagining heading up a giant trading company. First, it wasn't giant at all, being just him. And second, there was much more to trading than he had first thought. See, Fire and Scale Trading specialized in item movement, which wasn't a specialization at all, for now, until there was enough money to move to armor and armaments. So Sett's job was to find a good price on just about anything, move it to where it would fetch the best price, and sell it. So far, it was going okay, he'd even managed to gain a few backers, enough to even buy a Mastercraft Crystalline Heart, at a relatively low price of ten thousand Quaz, where he was going, it would be worth at least twice as much. With that money, he could go back to the supplier, and buy even more. If he kept it up, he might even be able to afford his own tradehouse in the near future.
Needless to say, Sett was more than a little worried when he woke from a pleasant dream to a sudden, shattering crack. The green dragon abruptly sat up, looking over the smoldering fire to where his sharp eyes could barely pick out a figure, black on black. He could smell the figure though. Feline...panther... He growled to himself. He blinked again, and noticed the reflection of the embers, a quick green flash from the panthers eyes as it gathered the scarce light. With a reference point, he was able to make out the figure. Then he noticed what was at its feet. Oh blasted downdrafts. Crystalline fragments. The HEART. A THIEF!
Sett leapt over the slowly burning fire, kicking up embers as he charged towards the now cowering feline. Which was futilely trying to conceal itself among his goods, roaring all the while. It was barely comprehensible, more of a outpouring of emotion than anything. He continued even as the panther cowered and winced, stopping just short of pushing his face into the significantly smaller figure, clacking his sharp teeth inches from meeting fur. He could barely formulate words, and instead just settled for a long, deep growl as he surveyed this soon to be deceased criminal.
What Sett saw gave him pause. It wasn't a career thief like that he was expecting, or some barely adequate excuse for a criminal. The panther in front of him was young, probably eight at the most, and clad in the most pitiful clothing he had ever seen, and she, yes, female, smelled of dirt, grime, and despair. His rage subsided slightly. You!....Do you have ANY IDEA what you've just done?! He glanced down at the glittering fragments. You dare try to steal from me?! Are you stupid? I'm a dragon! There are certainly less risky victims you could have tried to steal from!