(The problem isn't really my group being uncoordinated, just that we didn't want to skip too far ahead while the other group was waiting for their members. But ah well, here's that update for you guys, complete with crappy pictures in the middle!)
They advanced towards the cave, the mist getting thicker and thicker as they walked. Peter's stomach curled knots around itself as they arrived at the entrance.
"Well?" asked Squigzog, motioning towards Peter. "You know something about this cave, so how about you go first, Mr. Brave Dragon?"
Peter looked down with false confidence in his eye. The skeleton looked back up at him with his hollow eyes, and Peter simply started walking into the cave, the others following behind. After just half a minute, darkness was invading the edges of their eyes. Peter would usually bless his draconic vision by now, but strangely, it made everything all the worse to see every minute detail, and every last inch of every last corner. He squinted to block his vision, but the fear in his mind was increasing every second.
"Ah, just a second then," said Sir Gigsalot. "I've got a lantern here somewhere, I've just got...to...find...here it is!"
And just like that, the chamber flooded with light, giving the others security but leaving Peter unaffected. They ventured forth, and after a few minutes, heard a sound. An all too familiar sound to Peter.
"I think I heard a yawning noise," said Squigzog. The others didn't need to say anything, as they heard it as well. Not before long, the lantern cast a shadow far ahead of a drowsy creature, much larger than any of them. The creature got up and turned around, looking confused for a moment.
"Dæven steike!" whispered Trygve surprisedly. "A dracomutt!"
The creature, seeming to gather it's bearings, roared at the group fiercely. The same memory of that long ago night came flooding back to Peter once again...

He entered the cave, hearing the growls and snorts of a sleeping beast.

He looked at the bright jewel on it's neck. It shimmered brilliantly, making sparkles in his eyes.


Just as he was staring, the beast woke up with a start, and roared at him.


Peter fled the cave, flying as fast as his little wings could take him. He never went near that part of the mountains again, and it was as such for the rest of his life...
Until now.
Peter thought over this in the little time he had. He knew what he had to do. He couldn't let his fears take over him. He would stand up, fight, get that key, and—
he ran to the corner and started crying immediately.
"nooooooo don't let it huuurt meeeeeee ;A;"