The Dragon's Ambush
Clavitoth the Green Death was sleeping peacefully, dreaming of the time he had stolen his mentor’s treasure, when he awoke to the sound of crying. His eyelids opened violently and he peered around his treasure room, scanning for any soon-to-be-dead thieves. Finding none, the dragon mulled going back to sleep and waiting for the crying to stop. But the echo of the cries through his lair would give him no respite.