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My hoard is a magical place. Those inside are catered to by my bondservant kobolds, who often offer desserts they have harvested from the ice cream mines. Survival is no problem, and I can find anything in my hoard. Members are also ministered to by my ordained drake preists.
Now many of you would call me a kleptomaniac due to the contents of my hoard, but I assure you that many of these items are gifts that my kobolds have given to me. I wouldn't want to reject their eager gifts after all the hard work they have done to get them for me. I do chastize them for stealing, but after a while they can be forgetful.
Also, welcome to my hoard, reporter. I hope you enjoy your stay.