He laughed, and nodded. "True, and while his hoard would likely contain dozens of curiosities, the problem is, I could, can, and in fact, do create marvels in my spare time just to see if I can. Most of them likely even surpass what a Great Wyrm red would have in his hoard. My own, for example, contains enough treasure to fill this city to the top of the palace twice over. How about instead I get a certain number of favors from the pair of you, to be redeemed later, in return for splitting the hoard with you two at 60, 20, and 20? A modest number, say..."<br/><br/>He paused, making a bit of a show over going of the numbers, though he had already picked the number. "Lets call it four favors from the two of you, for a total of eight favors, though we can discuss the possibility of lowering that number after your sister has been rescued."<br/><br/>He leaned back, and suddenly thought of something. "I don't suppose you know if he supports a certain draconic deity, or is he like most mortals, and spouts the appropriate nonsense at the right times, and then does whatever?"