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[i]He scooped up handfuls of gold, letting the coins cascade between his fingers and tumble down the hillock of treasure he had his ass on. He chortled like a fat baby, the falling pretties glinting in his eyes. The Knave had heard there was a dragon guarding this place, but the rumor had clearly been bullshit. It wasn't even a tough climb. Superstition and cowardice had kept others from looting the place first. Even better was the centerpiece, which he had been saving for last. 
He let out an excited squeak as he twisted around to get another eyeful of the fat chest in the middle of the room, embossed with silver and ancient teak. The locals whispered that the true treasure was beyond money; an artifact of powerful magic. He leapt up and skipped over to the chest, kneeling at its side and stroking the wood like a lover. Of course you needed the magical key to open the magical chest, but he had all the time in the world to sift through the surrounding piles of gold for it... [/i]