The fearsome dragon opens its razor-filled maw and spews forth a gout of white-hot flame, engulfing the hapless warrior. Looking up, Arikus blanches and stumbles back in horror before the terrible visage of a Great Red Wyrm. At that moment, a monstrous shadow looms threateningly over him. Arikus laughs gleefully, thrusting both hands into the nearest cache of coins to let them runs through his fingers. Before him, scattered to the far walls of the enormous cavern, are piles upon piles of glittering treasure - coins from countless kingdoms, sparkling gems, exquisite jewelry, and items of wondrous power - enough for twenty kings' ransoms. Then, his arm relaxing in relief, he waves everyone forward and moves into the open. Cocking his head to one side to listen, he holds his hand up for a moment, demanding unconditional quiet from from his companions. Creeping along one striated granite wall, Arikus the warrior moves cautiously toward the great cavern ahead, its sides and walls disappearing into the gloomy distance. The torchlight flickers, threatening to succumb to the oppressive darkness. "The rubble-strewn passageway twists and turns, winding ever deeper into the mountain, lower and lower into the bowels of the ancient, forbidding halls of long-dead dwarves.
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