You casually straighten your robes, letting the implication hang in the heated air like smoke. 'Naturally, other wyrms of your caliber might seek similar financial guidance... should they offer appropriate compensation structures.'

Valthorix's eyes narrow into molten slits. The chamber vibrates as a low, threatening growl builds in his chest - the draconic equivalent of reading fine print. 'You would advise... others?' A single glowing talon extends toward you, close enough that your eyebrows start to singe.

With practiced calm, you produce a small crystal tablet from your sleeve, displaying your standard consulting rates. 'Grimscale's current advisor charges 2% of assets under management plus performance fees.' You let the number shimmer meaningfully in the volcanic glow.

The dragon's tail lashes violently, embedding several gold goblets into the cavern wall. 'That thieving wyrm-sired charlatan!' Embers spray from his nostrils as he looms over you, his shadow swallowing the entire hoard. 'Very well, mortal. Name your terms - but include exclusivity clauses!'

Your enchanted quill leaps to parchment as terms materialize in glowing ink. 'Shall we discuss performance-based bonuses tied to outearning Grimscale's portfolio?' you suggest innocently. The abacus begins calculating furiously, its beads moving with unheard-of enthusiasm.