Hoarding comes at a cost — and you just paid it.
There’s no such thing as “too much” for you, is there?
You’ve got the instincts of a dragon, just not the size.
Not a single coin dropped from your pouch.
Your stash is starting to look like something worth guarding.
You had the gold, and you blew it.
A small loss… but it still stings.
You’re no longer picking up scraps — you’re chasing fortune.
You’re starting to develop a taste for treasure.
A modest start, but every goblin empire begins somewhere.
