He wasn't concerned about the Chimeric dragon trying to steal his hoard, he had used some of the hoard for several traps that would inconvenience even a dragon if tripped, and he could view all of the rooms if he so chose. That being said, he was watching all of their movements from the... 'comfort' of the healing platform, and snorted as the gold expressed her irritation against one of the lava pools. "What, did you really think that I actually was the one responsible for the attack on the city? With such an obvious trail leading back to me? Consider it a good learning experience that was cheaply earned, gold. Otherwise you might not have survived it had you been forced to do it the hard way, and even if you had survived, I can almost guarantee that you wouldn't have enjoyed it. Most reds think little of uppity, self satisfied and impressed, 'superior' golds, especially females such as yourself, and would have enjoyed making you regret it."<br/><br/>He groaned as he rolled onto his otherside, and kept talking. "You could have learned it like I did against my current quarry. I made the mistake of trusting the information given, instead of ensuring it was correct before attacking. And all I got was a slice on my back leg, a cut on my stomach, and several pieces torn out of my belly as well. I got lucky. Not that you probably care, you would rather be doing something 'productive', like preening for whatever male caught your eye, or making sure your hoard was properly displayed, or ensuring that there wasn't a speck of dust in your hoard instead of working for a living."<br/><br/>He stood up and stretched, slowly, testing to ensure that he was fully healed before jumping down off the platform. "I am heading to my lab. Try not to disturb me."<br/><br/>He disappeared down the left tunnel, and was soon at the tables in the lab, going over the Black Hole spell, trying to find some way that would either reduce the cost of the spell or increase the duration of the spell. After a few hours of tinkering, he stretched again, feeling tendons and bones popping as he did so, before heading back out to get some sleep in the main room instead of his main sleeping chamber, since it was reserved for the females.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>He awoke the next day stiff and cold, the other room where he usually slept had another small lava pond, which made the room much warmer. He groaned as several of his scars protested the cold start of the day. He hadn't slept in nearly a week, and he wanted to get a bit more, but he had today and tomorrow to finish the latest hunt, else he wouldn't get paid. He finished stretching, and began donning his magical equipment, hissing as one of the older scars pulled, protesting the movement, making him hiss in pain. He shook himself, settling his equipment with a rattle, before checking his embedded spell components, and then heading for the exit tunnel, not wanting to deal with the long walk, instead preferring to crawl through the 'spike tunnel' as he thought of it.<br/><br/>All it really was was a tunnel with a long section of slanted stalactites and stalagmites, all of them pointing away from the lair, and sharp enough to shred his scales like steel through flesh. He paused at the entrance to the tunnel, considering letting his 'nannies' know where he was going, before hissing in annoyance and heading into the tunnel, climbing straight up for a few hundred feet, and then going through the section of slanted rocks, ending up on an easily unnoticed ledge.