[h3]Smaug[/h3]

By the time Jasik Dragonbane had stumbled upon Lonely Mountain, Smaug is already asleep. Already he is dreaming on having more riches, and power, and even creating the new empire that can take over the Black Rose. Yet before he got to the even better parts, he could hear the echoing sound... of someone DIGGING IN HIS TROVE OF GOLD! The crimson Fire Drake's nostrils spewed out air and smoke as his eyes gashed open again. He growls loudly, notifying his awakening once again.

[i]Ugh...[/i] he hisses in his mind, [i]Who dares to disturb me now? Is that Balerion? If that Black Dread can't stand to be greedy in my trove, I'll rip his throat out! He could've at least just asked me for a few pieces of gold...[/i]

Smaug rises from atop a large pile of gold, his tail swishing around in the gold, and his eyes glowing in rage. Yet he kept cool and began to slither towards the clinking sound of where the digging is coming from. It didn't sound like a dragon though. The scent was also different. This was not a dragon... but in fact the wretch of a filthy human! He growls quietly as he continues moving slowly towards the sound.

"Well..." he says aloud as he comes near the sound, "THIEF." He then sniffs the air, already pinpointing where the person is. "I ssssssmell you... I hear your breath... I feeeeeeel your aiiiiiiiiirr..."

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GrBjixGuOYA](0:01 - 0:22)[/url]