6″[You are in the shrine, there comes a heated gust of wind. Upon turning around you realise to your horror that it is the ancient guardian itself, grand and imposing with a fiery glint in his eyes. It is a dragon of all things, as it would seem your luck has finally run its course. The great creature descends it's head to level with your own, staring daggers into your soul as it lets out a deep, growling command.] Thief. Thy submission to your new master, or your life. Which shall it be?
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