55. Waiting
Strategy, cunning- why is it that we drakes use them but as a last resort? When brute strength fails us, when even blasts of fire cannot serve our purpose, our flames of wrath cool, and we probe the recesses of our minds for a surer weapon. Today, mine is patience.
Here I lie on the bed of gold conformed to my body's shape, with a single eye open, focused on the tunnel whence I know my mysterious burglar came. He will return; thieves are never satisfied, I know this- but how can I? Because I know thieves: I am one.
