'Three cheers for good ol' Bilbo!'
'Oh never mind that. What did you burgle?'
'What the fak?'
'Book of Nature Magics [Lesser Charms]'
A rogue 'p', alerted by the commotion within, enters the robbery gone awry.
Had avarice clouded the druid's senses so completely to be fooled by such an obvious ruse?
How long had the druid dosed?
Regaining position in reality and shaking the sleep from mind Embor arose and slowly walked to the opposite wall placing a hand upon the ancient granite.
To say 'I, Embor, druid of Obad Hai have gazed upon the legend...and lived.'
Weird minutes began to sneak in once again and...
'and lived' evaporated from mind as a section of stone wall was transmuted to mud.
Heat and stench and golden light emanated from the wyrm, forever seared into Embor's eternal essence.
A tear streaks across a blood spattered check.
A motion, a blur, from behind Smaug brakes the unnatural feeling of despair as a shadow rises from the lair's floor.
The sorcerer and druid's eyes meet and Embor is faced with a choice; flee now while there is still time to do so before the alarm is risen and Smaug awakes or, being faced with such obvious mortal peril, to make a knowingly juvenile and futile gesture of impudence!
The air above the high vaulted chamber cracks and splits as a brilliant yellow-white bolt of energy strikes the sorcerer fully.
Its thunderous shock wave practically blowing Embor out from the observation point of melted wall.
The dragons, shaken from their slumber arise...unscathed.
Smaug rushes forward chocking the breach with his enormity. His eyes dazed and crazed with rage dart about trying to gain traction on something solid, they catch upon the intruding human and narrow in fury.
'Thief in the Shadows!
My armour is like tenfold shields, my teeth are swords, my claws spears, the shock of my tail a thunderbolt, my wings a hurricane, and my breath DEATH!'
No sense in taking any MORE risks this day, best to leave while there's still the chance to do so.
Embor reads the scroll and in few moments blinks once again from sight and away from the dungeon and its omens of death.
Safely returned to town mostly empty handed save for a couple of scrolls, but, alive to tell the tale.
The sun shines upon Embor today and that is worth more than all the treasures of all the dragons of all the worlds.
The dungeon of Angband is deep and now, thanks to a great deal of luck, there is a tomorrow to delve to even greater depths. Maybe even a return visit to Smaug's lair...time will tell.