[color:"00cccc"] The echoing chamber reminded me of the caves in which I grown up. They would usually ring to the sound of pickaxes as they hammered away rock for the construction of dwarven cities. This was a pretty large cavern. There were lots of sparkling lights around us. Very faint but I could see well in the dark.
There they were... large piles of gold! Gemstones! Bigger piles than the room with the golem!
"Woohoo! I dived headlong into a gold pile. Trying to scoop up as much as possible. In the end I just rolled around in it, laughing manaically.
Dwarves have a thing with gold, as you may have noticed. Dwarven thieves are allways notoriously poor if they encounter it. They usually get caught with their pants round their ankles trying to carry it all. Many a potential dwarven dragonslayer has been cooked due to the distraction the dragon's gold provides. It took a dwarf great willpower to resist. Someething I was lacking right now....

"Hey Womble...." a worried Jurak called to me. No answer.
"WOOOOOMMMMBBBBLLLLEEE!" He bellowed. So loud that a stalagmite fell off the cave roof and shattered on the ground.
"JEEZ! NO NEED TO SHOUT!" I bellowed back. "What is it?"
"Well you had a funny look in your eyes and.... anyway, look what I found in this gold pile."

Could that be.... no, surely not! [/color]

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