It's hard work running Tamatoa’s Trading Post. I get all types of customers: necromancers, kakamori, monsters, demigods, even the occasional human sage who heard the rumors of my wealth and power all the way from the surface. My amazing business and negotiation skills and diversity of assets, accumulated over more than 1000 years of life, are renowned and envied all over the underworld, and I get customers from almost the entire pacific ocean, and even some surface islands. They come for many things: artifacts, riches, lost knowledge, advice, magic, and even more exotic goods and services. I'll trade for anything that's worth something, but one of the only things I really care about getting is my shiny gold and treasure. I've built up an impressive mountain of gold on my shell, and it is a constant reminder of my superiority and success.
Of course, as much as I'd love to flaunt my supremacy in more violent ways, I can't tarnis