The dragon quickly examined the pile, before visibly fighting down his hoarding instinct. Once he had that under control a few minutes later, he turned back to the leader, having grabbed the boots, dust pouch, and shield. After a second, he recognized the ring, and collected it as well. "The coinage is yours, as is anything left in the mite lair. Their leader and most of their forces are dead, though some patrols might still be around. I will let the trader Olef, who is north of here, know that you might be interested in trading if you wish to get supplies from them."<br/><br/>He glanced at the coinage in avarice desire, before nodding to the chieftain. "I will be returning after I secure the area and have a lair built. I hope to continue our beneficial relationship further once we meet again."<br/><br/>After letting the chieftain reply, he began making his way out, trying to ignore the desire to grab more treasures. With less than total success.