The little Imp flutters forward. It, covered in a veil of invisibility, started to look around the crypt. It saw stone caskets and bodies strewn about. They appeared to have died violently years ago as they were skeletons with various blades and arrows in them. The only one that didn't was sitting on a mound of treasure, it's skin tight and dried out. But back to the treasure. There was quite a hoard that even a dragon would be proud of. Obviously the collective stealing of the gang of thieves.