Overlooking a small town lies a cave halfway up a mountain, wherein a young dark dragon and his hoard are known to be. To the rest of the world, dragons are seen as ferocious and terrifying- it is considered a death sentence to be anywhere near one. Luckily, the occupants of this town know their local cryptid quite well. The dragon's name is Myrin, and he's about as threatening as a wet cat. He's polite, friendly, and tries his best to learn about human culture. His hoard is just a collection of rocks he finds cool, and any smoke bellowing from the entrance to his cave is from his craft. Myrin's a blacksmith- and he frequently helps the towns with any project that he can in return for whatever they're willing to offer (although he does prefer rocks he can add to his collection). He keeps other monsters at bay by merely existing next to the town, of which the town is most grateful for- but Myrin is completely oblivious to. 

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