You snap your fingers, and the floating pie charts dissolve into shimmering bubbles that reform into an undersea tableau. 'Consider the untapped potential beneath the waves, Your Financial Majesty.' The projection now shows merfolk artisans carefully harvesting iridescent pearls from giant clams, their scales glittering under filtered sunlight.

'Our analysts - that is, my enchanted ledger and I - project merfolk pearl farms could yield 24-36% annualized returns in the current market.' You produce a conch shell that begins playing a harmonious investment thesis. 'The Coral Consortium seeks capital partners, offering preferred shares and first refusal on black pearls large enough to serve as your new eyepatch gems.'

Valthorix's tail thumped against a pile of emeralds, sending several skittering across the cavern floor. 'Saltwater would tarnish my gold,' he grumbled, but you notice his pupils dilate at the projection of a pearl the size of a human skull. The abacus spits out a stream of aquatic calculations, forming tiny swimming numerals that circle the dragon's horns.

'We'd structure it as a limited hoard vehicle,' you quickly add, conjuring a floating contract written in dragon-rune. 'Your capital remains safely in the mountain while our merfolk partners handle operations. And should they default...' You let the implication hang in the sulfurous air as a tiny animated Valthorix illustration dives dramatically into the projection.

The dragon scoops up a handful of rubies, letting them cascade through his claws like underwater treasure. 'These fish-people - do they understand the penalty for disappointing a dragon investor?' The enchanted pie charts suddenly gain ominous teeth.