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It'd all been so very simple. Derek would have expected more--nay, had expected more--from a tharcion of Thay to protect such an artifact. A few guards half-asleep outside and randomly dispersed throughout the complex, a few rooms with so very obvious glyphs and just one corridor with a swinging blade.
Really, the theif was almost insulted at the lack of consideration! Maybe he had wanted a challenge! Man, those Thayans are serious killjoys in ways Derek hadn't even imagined. Still, he had a job to do, personal enjoyment or not.
But, really it was just a simple matter of skulking close to the walls of the pitch black chamber to reach the pedestal where his target lay--a gaudy, jewel-ridden staff resting upon a rather nasty looking alter. Really, who just leaves a reputably powerful object laying down on a stand in an open room? Come on!
...All right, so he may have had to pick a few locks, cut a few trigger wires and had been forced to enter the complex through a window just to get into the alter room, but still, it had been easy. In comparison to other operations, of course.
It wasn't long for him to reach the alter. With the drought of nightseeing he'd quaffed earlier, he could see in the dark, lightless chamber with ease, and with that darkvision, he scanned the alter for any sign of traps--holes were needles, blades, acids, gases, etc. could fly out of, runes or glyphs meant to harm or even slay, wires for Mask knows what, and other such give-aways. He found none, much to his surprise and irritation. This was getting tedious. Fast.
Still, the faint distortion of the air around the bejeweled scepter bespoke of some manner of spell, most likely an alarm or something, but that was hardly anything difficult to deal with. While complaining under his breath, the thief dropped a hand to his belt and the many pouches and compartments therein and reached into a certain bag. Unbuttoning the flap with practiced ease, he slid his hand in and pulled out the small lead box held within. Letting it sit in the middle of his hand, he popped it open and took out the small red stone it had held. Instantly the room became dark, as if black ink had just been splashed into his eyes, and Derek knew the stone had done it's trick. He waited until his ruby red eyes adjusted to the eerily faint glow of the antimagic stone he held before he reached up to snatch the staff.
All right, now all he had to do was get out of the building, which should be easy enough, since he already knew a path he could already take--standing a moving away with his newly pilfered staff, he felt the jewel-encrusted hunk of magic and metal tug as if it were caught, and for a heart-stopping minute he though he'd been ensnared in a trap he'd somehow overlooked. Like lightning was how fast it was that he turned his head to look at the scepter that had condemned him so.
The faint glow of his antimagic stone revealed to him a small hand gripping the staff by the other end. Attached to that hand was a leather clad arm, and that arm lead up to the face of a halfling woman with long, wavy hair that looked just as astonished as he was.

[I'll probably add some more later. ^^]

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