Dagger Helm Potion, ARCHITRAVE--Bodies of treasure seekers lay amid the fragments of grave goods left behind by long-dead plunderers and among certain treasures of a more recently deceased purple dragon. A heavily armored demon, severely wounded and exhausted, extends its improbably long tongue to pull another of their warm corpses to its toothy maw. A short, sudden series of dull thuds echo in the chamber, and several steel-headed quarrels protrude from the demon's flesh, exposed from earlier blows. Its legs crumple beneath it as it regurgitates its last morsel.
Ryth-caex, servant of Lunroarer and rightful heir to her treasure, steps quietly into the chamber. The purple winged drow examines the body of the demon and, in their turn, those of the adventurers who thought to steal his inheritance. Satisfied, he makes a hand motion in the direction of the door, and several other drow enter. Without a word or any other sound, they collect the treasure in swift expedience and depart, leaving only still darkness behind.
