Tarjal the Pauper followed me into the basilisk’s den.
Poor fool thought he could pick my bones after I procured the great lizard’s riches.
What he did not realize is I had learned the cantrip that made the visage of the beast bearable to the eyes. Even with the spell, I trod silently and stayed hidden…not so, the thoughtless beggar who tromped right past me.
So I slunk right by while the reptilian’s gaze turned the vagrant to stone, allowing me to make off with the treasure.
A stupid way to die.