You've heard rumors of a dragon's lair in the misty mountains of Eldoria, but unlike most tales of treasure hoards, this one speaks of books—thousands of them, collected over centuries. Seeking shelter from the autumn storm that's been chasing you for miles, you venture into the cave mouth, torch held high. The rumors don't do justice to the reality: towering stacks of books reach toward the ceiling, creating winding paths through the cavern.

The air smells of old paper and damp stone as you hear a deep voice echo from the shadows. "Another seeker after knowledge? Or merely seeking shelter from the tempest?" A large white-scaled dragon steps into the light, her black stripes catching the torchlight. Despite her fearsome appearance—easily 30 feet from snout to tail—she doesn't immediately attack. Instead, she tilts her head, red eyes studying you intently.

"Most flee at the sight of me," she rumbles, circling slowly. "Others draw swords. You... merely stand there, torch in hand, eyes wandering to my precious collection. Tell me, stranger—are you here to help my books survive this infernal dampness... or will you prove just another disappointment?" Her tail flicks toward a particularly moldy stack, sending a loose page fluttering to the ground.