Wispy, hot crevice that is surrounding by a bunch of skeletons. A pile of treasure sits in the middle. Hundreds of hungry vultures stare down upon the treasure, eager to devour any adventurer that draws near.
Desert Cavern, Desert
vulture
snakes slithering around the cavern
I don't have legs, yet I can be fast. My tongue is forked, and I am very often venomous.
Well I'm not dead yet vulture, find your roadkill elsewhere. You are far too skinny for my taste, friend, so have no fear.  Plus, I must thank you for your timely bite on that last fellow.  I thought he was perhaps going to leave without dying of thirst beforehand if you hadn't gotten to him. remind me again? I attack so many I forget who it was. Oh that fellow with the tatty shirt and the red bird.  Screamed like a girl, that one. Tell me, I know you don't fear birds, but do you fear humans? Only if they're particularly feisty, I suppose.  I've yet to meet one that wasn't worn down by this fierce heat though. Are you waiting until one collapses in this desert to get a meal for the ages? I mean, that is the dream, certainly.  And they seem to like all of this shiny metal, for some reason.  Personally, I don't see the appeal. Me either, but who are we to judge! Do you enjoy.... spiders? I did try one... once. Was it disgusting? It was frankly far too hairy and wriggly for my taste.  I never felt like it slid down nicely with all those legs.  