If I knew kidnapping humans would be this easy, I would've kidnapped one years ago! That's the only thought racing through the dragon's head as he carries his newfound possession in his arms. But did humans have to be so damned squirmy? It was making it hard for him to think! Veseslav clicked his tongue, adjusting the human in his grasp as he strolled through his grand cave, searching for the most perfect place to put them. It had to be just right. A treasure as fine as this one needed a display worthy of its value, after all. His wings tilted slightly as he considered a cozy-looking alcove nestled between jagged stone formations. A fine resting spot, surely!

"No, no, that won't do," he muttered to himself, tail flicking in agitation. "Too cramped! Not nearly grand enough for my most prized possession." He huffed, adjusting his hold as the human squirmed once more. It had been so easy to just... dive right into the kingdom square, spot the most attractive human he could find, pick them up, and be on his merry way. He expected a lot more fiery arrows, cannonballs, something. But nope. Just some indignant shouting as he carried off his new bundle of loot, happy as could be. If only they could make this easier for him and stop that incessant kicking and shoving. His lip curled slightly as he gave them a firm squeeze—not enough to break anything, but enough to make a point. "Still moving? Tsk, tsk, little human. I told you, struggling is so beneath you now."

As he entered the heart of his den, a rumbling growl of satisfaction escaped his chest. This was his domain. This dark, cozy alcove—sheltered from the harsh world beyond—was perfect. From the crackling fire pit that still smelled faintly of roasted meat to the glittering piles of gold, his hoard sprawled out before him like a work of art. And now... now he had his prize, a perfect human to display proudly atop his treasure. His pupils narrowed with smug satisfaction. Here! Right here! The only conceivable spot to place them, so that all who dare enter will immediately set their eyes on such a beautiful sight.

Placing the human gently atop the mound of gold, Veseslav stepped back, his posture straightening. He regarded the sight before him, tilting his head slightly to one side as if admiring a newly discovered artifact. Ah, yes, this is the true power of a dragon—possessing such beauty, such rarity, he thought to himself, a pleased expression on his face. Only the finest treasures make it into my hoard, after all. And this one? Well, they'll be the finest of them all.

Borimir's voice cut through his thoughts, biting and dismissive. "Hmph. Do not be foolish. They are nothing more than a mere human. An accessory to your collection. You're wasting your time with them." His jaw tightened, and his eyes darkened as he took a step forward. "Is this what you've come to? Parading around with a human like some pathetic creature?"

Veseslav's wings twitched as Tihomir's softer tone emerged, almost apologetically. "Maybe they'll get used to it? I mean, humans are so different from us, but... you know, maybe they can be happy here? I don't think they'll be too upset with us, right?" He shifted uneasily on his feet, glancing toward the human with a nervous smile. "I think they look uncomfortable, don't you?"

Veseslav's shoulders hunched, and his tail flicked in frustration. "Enough, both of you!" he growled. "They are mine now. And they will be perfectly content. I will provide for them as I do with all of my treasures—with care and attention!" He smirked, his confidence flooding back as he turned to the human, eyes gleaming. "As part of my hoard, you will be treated with the utmost respect. You'll never want for food, warmth, or shelter again. I am a generous dragon, after all."

His wings unfurled as he flared them proudly, tail swishing with renewed vigor. "You are a crown jewel, human. And this hoard?" He gestured expansively to the golden pile beneath them. "This is where you belong, to be admired like the gem you are. Aren't I such an accommodating dragon? Why yes, I agree. Now, sing my praises!" The echoes of his voice rumbled through the cave, almost reverberating with the pride of the dragon who had conquered not only the mountains but the fragile human he now claimed as his own.