Daily Snippit: High/Second World Fantasy

Sometimes I feel so alone down here. Endless caverns filled with the treasures of a thousand kingdoms, ring empty in the darkness. I’ve grown fat on them, round and heavy with scales and bones encased in gold and silver.

I could eat the tunnel larger, I suppose, but why chew granite when I have such delicacies for miles around me? Platinum and copper, silver and gold. A hundred flavors of steel and iron.

I might be alone, but I’ll never be hungry.

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