The workings of a different mind

He did this more out of habit, as his vast defenses would warn him of an intruder far in advance.

Moving back to his horde area he began to calculate the increase in his treasure from his last take and realized with glee that his minions would have more weapons to deal with any new intruders. He had never really cared for weapons or armor anyway but they seemed to make his minions very happy indeed. He really didn't mind his minions that much and had grown a little attached to them, but they were just not that bright on the whole. He did so like an intelligent conversation once in a while or better yet a good game of chess, as long as he was the one that won. He hoped quite a bit that that his anger with the next adventurers would not consume him until after a good game of chess. He did so like defeating an opponent with his mind. He swore that the next person that he defeated in chess would be set free. Quarter Ma did so hope that he would remember this particular promise as he entered the treasure room. Once he did as always his eyes momentary lifted with joy as he surveyed his true treasure, every coin from the lowest copper to the highest platinum counted and in place, every vase, carpet, ivory piece and assorted trinkets that he knew the exact location of.

Everything laid out in perfect order so he could survey it properly. And in the middle his bed made up of only gold and platinum pieces, massive in extreme he remade it every time he bedded. This sleep always brief, as he disliked sleeping long periods. This time he hoped he could get a good nap in before the next victims, Ahhh daring adventurer bestrode into his domain. Laying down on his bed of coins Quarter Ma, master of his domain swiftly dropped into the slumber of a being that knows its place in existence, that place being squarely on top.

The End