When the lights went out, Lonmil was the first to react. He drew a dagger and moved towards the dragon, able to see in the darkness. "Run!" He shouted at the group. "Gil, make sure they get out! I'll catch up!"

Gil frowned at his short friend, or at least in the direction his voice had come from, before pulling out a small, glowing gem. It gave off enough light to allow him to see and move quickly. He touched each being's hand with a calm voice, "This way." He remembered enough of the way out to not get lost, he hoped.

Once Lonmil was left alone with the beast, he smiled. "I'll make sure the treasure is returned to you." He sheathed his dagger and showed both hands empty, hoping the dragon would take it as a peace offering.