the massive dragon looks up from one of the women, and seems to speak to you, his appearance a brilliant emerald, elegant yet imposing. “Mortal, thou must know the consequences for trespassing on the lair of a dragon? Thou shalt be made part of my hoard and have thine identity rewritten as I see fit. Now, there are many ways that thou may do so, and I, Azerion the Warden Dragon, have granted you the choice of your fate.” the dragon stepped forward, craning it’s neck to face you “thou may choose to become part of my living hoard, as I hoard human females, thou would be transformed into one, and thy mind would be altered to be loyal to me. If it alters your choice I shall inform you that I am capable of shapeshifting into an attractive male humanoid form.

Thy second option would be to be transformed into a conscious enchantment on a magic item to be kept as part of my hoard, no responsibilities save for being aesthetically pleasing.

And thy third option is perhaps the most dramatic yet personal, for I am in need of progeny, should I find thee willing, thou would be transformed into a Warden Dragon egg, with traits as if I had sired thee, this would completely erase thy previous identity, but in exchange, thee would be raised as my own offspring and would inherit my hoard should I perish.

It is my promise on my honor, that this transformation shall not only be painless, but pleasant. And if I lie the Nine may strike me down. Now, mortal… what is thy choice?”