For three whole seconds, it worked.
The dragon—if that's what it was—kept its eyes closed, rumbling faintly with the kind of deep, lazy breathing that says, 'I could murder you, but I'm on break.'
Then… it snored.
Except it wasn't just a snore.
It was a note.
It was an obvious and warbling musical note that bounced off the treasure piles like someone had just dropped an opera singer into a canyon.
Nibbles' ears twitched. He tilted his head.
Then, with the confidence only possessed by small creatures who have never met true consequence, he mimicked it.
"MrrrweeeeEEEeeeep!"
The dragon's eyelids fluttered.
Every soul in the party silently screamed 'NO' in perfect unison.
Then the dragon, instead of attacking… hummed back.
It was lower this time, almost like a bass line, reverberating through the floor.
Coins rattled. Rufus' armor chimed like a reluctant triangle.
