There she would see a giant red dragon surrounded with pure gold and treasure galore. Drayko looked up for a moment as he saw a gimmar of light from the knife and stared out towards the exit wondering who it could be. Who had he attracted to his hideaway home? He spoke in a deep and rough tone.

"Who are you? Do you not know who I am? I am Drayko! King of Dragons! Whoever you are, begone from here. This is no place for your kind."

He lowered his head and let out a large puff of smoke from his nose. Honestly, he knew his life was most likely coming to an end. A flightless dragon was a dead dragon.