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"You could say I'm a hunter, I suppose." The dragons grins as he sharpens his claws, "I prefer to call myself a naturalist and collector."

He grabs the furs he's collected, carefully adding them to his bag of collectibles as he speaks, "There are creatures, plants, and all the more wonderful variety of things covering Sornieth, and I'm not interested in mere paintings to remember what they look like."

He openes a pocket to show you a handful of precious gems, "I've gotten these all in my last trip alone, and they'll look good on my shelves. I sometimes have Earth dragons come by and appraise them, tell me what they really are."

"That's not why I get them, though." He chuckles as he throws them back in his bag, "I can find anything I need just by looking for it. I've never a need to sell them, I wouldn't even care if I was the only one to ever lay eyes upon my collection."

"There's something that might happen." He pulls his bag closer to his body, "You never know what happen to these lands. The entire surface of Sornieth might be eradicated someday. And with it every creature, plant, and everything in between being erased in a second."

"And when that happens, I'll be safe within my cave, studying what the world used to look like."