The Magic in the coins called him, it was his hoard and only him deserve to use it. His body started to ourgrown his clothes. His belly gurgle and grown with a ferocious apetite as the human started to vanish, corrupted by the magic of the place the beast started to reborn again.

"More, more, more..." His mind started to fill with corrupted thougths, as corrosive as his breath. The desire for own more, for get what he deserve, he should have people bowing at him, he should have everything he desired and more.

An Anyone who oposse him should be turned into a pile of oozee and descomposition from his breath... No one oposse Fory, no one oposse Silumgar.

Silumgar (r) Wizard of the coast