"A mountain! Dangit!" Citrine stomped her foot and cut a little cheesy fart, "I hate PT... But I guess nothing good comes without breaking a little sweat. And I could practice my "Sweat amplification" spell on the way up..."
Citrine lifted her arms and pointed at her armpits, blasting them with a bit of her magic. They were already dripping with sweat from the powerful magic, stinking of onions and garlic. By the time she got up the mountain they'd be soaked through her robes and stinking like a landfill full of old pizza and rotten vegetables. Citrine smirked at the idea, put her staff in her backpack and started climbing the sheer rock of the mountain.
The further Citrine climbed, the more she started to smell something rotten. And it wasn't her armpits(Well, not just her armpits, anyway), it stunk like brimstone and sulfur, like something evil or... maybe?
"Nah, it couldn't be." Citrine laughed, "Dragons would never go this far north from their natural habitats..."
Grraaaaoooorrr.....
Her calm confidence when she heard that growling rumble. Citrine quickly resolved to climb the mountain as fast as she could, get the fungus and jump if she had to, rather than face a dragon. But when she got to the top, dripping with her own magically induced sweat, the dragon waiting for her wasn't quite what she was expecting.
It was a half-dragon! Standing eight feet easily, a few hundred pounds at least, and covered in scales save for her humanoid belly, breast and face, she looked down at the goblin and smiled.
"Hello there little one," She hissed, spewing more disgusting sulfur-scented breath on Citrine, "And just what are you doing here?"
Citrine sidled to the left, trying to get past the half-dragon to the inner cave where the fungus would be growing, "I just needed to- AH!"
She was hoisted up into the air by the half-dragon's tail and brought around to her giant, scaly butt.
"I think I asked you a question!" Said the half-dragon, then she grunted and-
FRRAAAAAART!
Blasted a huge, stinking fart right in Citrine's face! The little goblin choked and gagged on the awful stink. Dragon farts were the worst!
"Now answer," Growled the half-dragon again.
"I... I need fungus! There's a special fungus here that I need. In your cave!"
"Well too bad. Anything in this cave is mine. And it's gonna stay that way." The half-dragon said, farting again and blowing back Citrine's hair.
"Please! Anything! I'm so close!"
"Hmm...." The dragon tapped a claw on her chin, "Well maybe. I'll let you have it if you can..."
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