Sheriff Nimrod, AKA the Great Hunter, AKA the Wyrm from Outta Town loves two things; Keeping the peace in his little town and HOARDING GREAT PILES OF GOLD!!
I have an idea for a story where a small town finds it’s fortune by striking gold, BUT, they find themselves easy prey for robbers and bands of thieves in the desert. So, in an act of desperation, they appoint a Wyrm sheriff and try to trick him into protecting the town (or it’s gold, at least) while still exporting and selling it under his nose.
Goes on the list of stories I will never have time for.