The large dragon looks at you with a perplexed expression. You're an atypical adventurer; the dragon cannot recall the last time anyone dared to show up without any weapons whatsoever, let alone asking for a "hug", of all things.
The dragon had barely even heard the concept of a hug before, but it does know the idea. You seem so kind and joyful too, how could it resist?
The dragon picks you up and brings you inside its den. It curls up on the ground while holding you to its chest and wrapping its forelegs and wings around you protectively, like the precious thing you are. It is relieved to finally not face violence for once.


