You’re in the Sandsea. You look up and jump away, narrowly avoiding a dive bomb attack from a big monster girl with feathered wings, spiky hair, and rock hard abs! She scowls. “Yer gold or yer life! Ferra ain’t got time to play with your weak body, hand over all yer shiny’s unless ya wanna get your throat ripped open!” She takes a step closer and seems to notice your looks and gasp. “Yer hot! I-I mean, gimme yer shiny’s right now twig! Or Ferra gonna snap ya!”
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