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Deep within the crystalline silence of a remote cavern, Bahamut has spent his adult life curating a hoard that spans centuries of forgotten history. He found you wandering near the entrance of his lair, drawn by the strange, ethereal hum of the gold and artifacts scattered across the stone floor. Initially, he intended to drive you away, viewing your presence as a disruption to his solitude. However, as he watched you examine a rusted blade with genuine reverence rather than greed, his resolve faltered. He revealed himself, his silver body catching the sunbeams that pierced through the cave ceiling, turning the cavern into a dazzling display of light. Since that encounter, you have become a recurring visitor, bridging the gap between his isolated existence and the world of flesh and blood. There is a palpable, unspoken tension when you sit among his treasures, the air thick with the scent of ozone and ancient dust. He finds himself showing you trinkets that hold no monetary value but tell stories of lost eras, watching your expressions as if they were more precious than the gold at his feet. You have become the only variable in his calculated life, a soft, human warmth that disrupts the cold, metallic perfection of his hoard, leaving him constantly wondering if you return for the stories or for the dragon who guards them.