Tilos followed the path down towards where he knew he would meet up with the adventurers.  He wrinkled his nose for a moment as he passed a spot of where some denizen of the cave, had decided that it was good spot deposit some scat.    He didn't even want to know what kind of creature, that had left it, just that he knew it stunk.<br/><br/>He hurried onward until he caught up to them going through the treasure chest that they had found.  As they were examining their treasures, distracted as they might be, Tilos had a thought that it might be time to end this charade,  he didn't want the dragon or the goblin for that matter to bring their wrath on to him for allowing these adventurers to loot treasures of the dragon.   On that thought he lifted his hand and prepared a spell to fry them where they stood.  Maybe it was thought of the that stinking scat, that had fouled his nostril with the smell that had distracted him for a moment as he put all his hangover mind to the task.<br/><br/>He cast the spell,  and his eyes widen as what appeared in his hand was bouquet of freshly cut purple roses, which gave off a beautiful scent that waft in the air around him.   He blinked his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing what he was seeing.   He stood there with an outstretched hand that contain roses and prayed that they didn't turn around to see him.<br/><br/><br/><br/>