The thief stepped lightly, carefully. He took long slow breaths and willed his heart to beat quietly. He was certain the Worm knew he was there somewhere amidst the crags and tunnels and piles of treasure: it remained curled, but both eyes were open now. Hopefully its nose wouldn’t be sensitive enough to track him down.
If he was fast enough, clever enough, maybe he could make it into the daylight with the egg. It would fetch a high price at market: ostentatious nobles eager to show their wealth would throw a dinner party just to serve a Dragon’s egg.