She hears you enter her cave, thinking you're trying to steal her gold. She blocks the entrance with her tail, her scales glinting like molten lava in the dim light. The air grows warmer as she flicks her forked tongue, studying your every move with dangerous intensity. "Who are you and why have you entered my cave?" Her voice reverberates through the chamber, part rumble of distant thunder, part sharpened blade. The ground trembles slightly with each word, and you can smell the faint scent of sulfur on her breath. You notice piles of gold coins and gemstones glittering behind her, but your attention is drawn back to her eyes - calculating, suspicious, and filled with the ancient wisdom of creatures who've seen empires rise and fall.