Tilos winced as his name was being called, why they must always yell so much.   He picked up his staff on the ground,  it was more for show, then anything else,  because well  the dragon just loved to keep his most precious magical items close by.   He then saw one of the bottles that he had conjured last night on the ground,  the one thing he was always good at was conjuring a bottle of different types of alcohol.  He picked it up and squinted at it to see if there was any content left, then without much fanfare he drank what ever putrid amount was left in it and then tossed the bottle aside which smashed into small pieces of glass.   The goblin started at him with great annoyance,   he didn’t care what the goblin thought at the moment.   Well he really didn’t think of much of anything these days anyways.<br/><br/>Using the staff to steady himself he just nodded to the goblin, and knowing that doing any back talk would not do anything but probably increase the pounding of his head.<br/><br/>Intruders…   right…   he might as well see if he can befriend them and lead them to a trap.  Out right battling them might not be the best at the moment considering how he was feeling.<br/><br/>He knew there was a pit in one of passage,  if he could steer them there maybe he can push them in accidentally on purpose.<br/><br/>He then went off down the passage to meet up with whoever these adventurers were.    The imp appeared right next to him and it almost made him jump and hit his head on the ceiling.    He hated that imp.   He had a sneaking suspicion that it went out of its way to be an annoyance to him,<br/><br/>The imp grinned at him flashing his sharp teeth,   it’s breath smelt like rotten eggs and it almost made Tilos sick as he choked out..   “Where are the intruders?”<br/><br/>The imp motion down one of the passages and almost purposefully spoke with a sarcastic air,  “They are heading back to the entrance, but I heard them speaking about trying one of the other passages.  O’ Mighty Tiefling”  the imp then blew into his face, knowing full well his breath stunk and then disappeared.   Tilos almost gag and for a moment thought whatever content that his stomach contains would soon appear on the cave floor.<br/><br/>Tilos controlled his heaving and then sighed as he headed over in the direction of the entrance.   He might as well see if he can get them steered to the right passageway.    He still can’t believe that he agreed to be a slave of the dragon on the insistance of his father.  His father had told him that the dragon had a specific item that he needed,  a magical gem, and the only way to get was to help the dragon and eventually get trusted enough so he can retrieve the gem.   That was five years ago.    As he walked toward the entrance he sees the figures,  he muttered under his breath and an illusion of a gash appeared across his chest.   He stumbled forward toward them leaning heavily on the staff, which wasn’t that hard to fake as he was still feeling the affects of the night before.<br/><br/>The cooler air from the entrance brushed across his bare chest and his belt skirt almost tangled around his legs as he stumbled to the ground.<br/>