Each of them gathered what they could spare and awaited the arrival of Kliban. They did not have to wait long. That very night the villagers all awoke when Kliban's terrible breath lit up the night sky with flames. As he roared at the pitiful offering, the people trembled in fear in their homes.
With a snarl, Kliban gathered up the paltry offering the villagers had left for him and took wing, vowing to return in the morning for the rest of his due.
Dragons are fearsome enough creatures at night, but if you have ever seen one in the full light of day, you know why the villagers shuddered with terror when they saw Kliban the next morning.
Sunlight glinted off his green scales, his long undulating body twisted and coiled as he flew into the village. His immense talons gouged the earth when he landed. He stretched his long neck majestically and as his slitted eyes razed the village with a piercing glare, he hissed, “Where isss my gold?”
The villagers cowered; none dared answer the enraged beast. Kliban raised his head to the sky, opened his mouth and spewed forth a stream of flames. “Where isss my gold?” he roared again.
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