Head for the exit

Ignoring the treasure, you hurry toward the bright light of freedom. You are about halfway across the large chamber when a nearby pile of gold begins to shift, coins tinkling against each other as they roll down the pile and scatter across the floor. As you watch, a dragon shrugs off the treasure and steps out of his hoard.

He's smaller than you expected, honestly. His body isn't much bigger than yours, though he looks stronger. He is covered in black scales, except on his throat and underside, where they are gray. His horns, dorsal ridges, and wings are blue. He has a long neck and tail, and his powerful legs end in four toes, each tipped with a sharp claw. Though small, he is still impressive and formidable, and you're glad the sorcerer wasn't able to find a bigger one.

"I don't suppose there's any chance of me getting out of here without you fucking me, is there?" you ask.

"Sorry, but no," the dragon says, his voice rich and resonant.