Weeping Willow Wyvern, Stealth Check.

“Just leave it to me,” I spoke with confidence as I muscled my way past through the large doors before anyone from the party could form a rebuttal.  Once I had slipped inside though, that confidence took a nosedive.  I quickly realized that the expansive room beyond was far too dark for my inexperienced eyes to safely discern proper footing.  A darkness darker than any I had ever experienced.  I would need to be cautious and methodical.  An instinctual, slow pace would be the key to my eventual success.

Gingerly, I stepped forth and gradually shifted my weight from one foot to another before then raising the opposite and repeating.  It was a painstakingly slow process, but to rush would mean taking a deadly risk, for I had knowledge of the beast that slumbered within these walls.  This was the reason why I felt so strongly that I must be the one to brave this task.  It would be by my shining light only that our party would succeed.  Besides, the rogue could not be trusted.

Searching carefully, I steeled myself to remain focused.  Eventually, I would be rewarded.  Time flowed by rapidly and I felt its weight apply additional pressure.  As I reached toward a promising looking staff such as was required to progress our quest, I sensed a presence nearby and froze.  Movement led me to spot a thin shadow in the darkness.  As if sensing my eyes upon it, the shadow turned revealing bright green eyes and a sheepish grin; coupled with the enormous stack of items tucked within their clutches, the identity of the shadow became crystal clear.  Anger rising within, I took a step without looking and bumped a pile of items which fell loudly against the floor.

Accusatory looks flew back and forth as a low growl echoed out from beneath a large mountain of loot.  Giant, glowing eyes illuminated the dark as stealth became an option no longer.  Roll for initiative.