You reach the top and haul yourselves up into a vast cavern. Stalactites sparkle in light which seems to come from all around. Your heart skips a beat as you behold, curled atop an enormous mound of treasure, the long sinuous form of a huge red Dragon! Luckily for you, it is sleeping; wisps of blue smoke curl gently up from its black nostrils. Near it, contained within a red pentacle inscribed on the cavern floor, is a stout old oak tree whose branches reach up to the shadows beyond the magic light.
------------------------------------------------ Just for a moment, as you reached the top, you fancied you saw a figure: a wild bearded man two metres in height, dressed in ragged furs, holding aloft an ebony staff. But then, when you look again, it is the oak tree you see standing there. It must have been a trick of the light...
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