Hey look, someone drew Kiran!

I sauntered into my dwelling, placing the riches of my conquest in my ever-growing pile. I determined the temperature by the taste in the air. “It is cold,” I announced with grandeur. I stoked the gold-gilded fireplace, and prepared for a night of frigid temperatures. I curled around my massive ruby, my greatest treasure. It was my curse. It was my salvation. I roared mightily. A puny human approached my lair. It was not worthy; a mere knight. It did not deserve to be slain by my might. I sent...