After thoroughly checking for any remaining traps, the thief and wizard entered the vault. At last, they gazed upon the treasure they had sought. There was far more than they thought that there would be.

Moments ago, the two watched as the fighter fell to a trap. Apparently he had decided he was invincible and tossed all caution into the wind. Idiot. Unfortunately for the two survivors, they were now short a fighter and healer. Any combat would prove extremely dicey.

“The dolt shoulda known. There have been absolute zounds of traps.” said the thief while scooping generous handfuls of rubies into a sack.

“Not only the traps,” added the wizard, “but the fact that he have no healing magic! I mean… that’s just ludicrous! How could he be so daft?”. Gingerly, the wizard placed a large gold statue into his bag.

“Whatever,” muttered the thief, “Just means that there’s more for us.”.

Weighed down under large sacks of gold and gems, the two sloughed out of the vault. Minus one fighter of course.