I cautiously step into the freshly uncovered chamber, my darkvision piercing through the inky blackness that envelops the room. The walls, a disheartening canvas for macabre illustrations of violence and depravity, make me shudder. It's as if the artist had an unhealthy fascination with gore and suffering. I can't help but roll my eyes at such a pathetic attempt to evoke fear.
In the far corner, a small, open chest sits, seemingly forgotten. The lure of possible treasure is too much for me to resist. As I approach, I note its size - four feet long and three feet wide. Hardly large enough to contain any real valuables, but one can always hope for some small trinkets or coins.
I consider my options: should I rummage through the belongings of this long-dead monk? Or perhaps make my way back to where I came from? Decisions, decisions...