Shadows be the friend of this thief indeed, out and about once again.

As to his newest target..well, this it seemed he would have to do himself. It was a bank, not just any bank, but a goblin bank. An old one too, he was told.

Fat and just ready to be stolen from. The wards many, the traps too and the guards, well they could just murder you.

Quiet dispatch of guards here and there. Had to kill two, price to be paid for being bank guards. Only goblins anyways, and this thief hated those creatures.

Slipped past the no less then four Iron Golems..geesh these goblins meant business. All his skill to bypass this level of security. Tip toeing through the floors brimming with magic wards that if stepped on meant instant death.

Time checked, twenty minutes in, this was a rough job. If he succeeded, then he didn't lose his touch. If he failed, well that was death or jail.

Jump, jump, jump and tumble on through. Down the stairs and to the lower vaults. This was the hardest part..they had a bloody dragon!

It was a young red dragon, maybe thirty feet in length. It was big enough to make mincemeat pie from the thief. All his skill and a bit of luck, quick prayer to Shar and Mask, mostly Shar.

Slinking by, holding breath, or he would get some of that fire breath. Through and through, getting by the sleeping beast. To the treasure vault, a very hard lock indeed.

Gnomish puzzle lock, complex, three mechanisms deep. One wrong click or turn of pick and boom! Timing was key in turning the tumblers. Slowing heart down, pressed against the vault door. Slow and steady wins the race.

One, then two, final locking gears..ooh, close that was, trick in the tumblers. False leads numbering five, almost didn't see number five. That one could have sent a blast of ice so bad, our brave thief would be shattered into pieces quick.

Last lock done now, success, slipping inside the treasure room. Bars of gold and silver, so many there were. Far too many for him to all take. But he had his magic bag, two-hundred fifty pounds its capacity. He wouldn't bother with the coins. The trade bars he would take, more money in that.

Using his stealth and quick feet, taking one hundred twenty-five bars of gold and same amount in silver bars. The magic bag stuffed full. Near an hour in time having passed. He got what he wanted. Taking his loot, the thief would not go back the way he came. He was told about the sewer drain.

Out of the treasure room itself, taking left to the boiler room. Here he was told after bribing a disgruntled janitor, told about the sewer access. His route out, opened up and down the drain he went. Only sighing relief when as far enough away from the bank.

It would be hours until the robbery was discovered. A most profitable heist, the total amount in gold and silver he didn't know. But buried his loot he did, in a most hidden location outside of the city. Once done, the thief returned to his home. And quite happy with his work.