Ah, what a delightful turn of events! I've stumbled upon a chest, forgotten by time and filled with the sweet, sweet sound of clinking coins. Just imagine, 13 whole silver pieces - enough to perhaps buy myself a drink or two at that overpriced tavern back in town. Oh, how those stuffy merchants will snicker at my humble wealth!

I can't help but notice the room is still as grotesque and eerie as ever, with its disturbing wall depictions and a mummy, of all things, nailed to an X and surrounded by barbed wire. It's quite the sight, I must admit, but not nearly as intriguing as my newfound treasure.

Speaking of which, I should probably secure these coins in a more... dignified manner. Yes, yes, that's much better. Now, what shall I do with this empty chest? Perhaps I could use it as a makeshift chair or even a bookshelf, should I ever find the need to read something other than these dreadfully boring walls.

Alas, I must make a decision: should I return to that room filled with alcoves and continue my exploration of this delightful dungeon? Decisions, decisions...