As I stride across the room, my darkvision illuminates the grim surroundings - the 40 by 30-feet space adorned with grotesque depictions of brutality on its walls. My eyes are drawn to the wretched figure of a mummy, nailed to an oversized X and surrounded by vicious barbed wire. The sight is both pitiful and revolting, yet I can't help but feel a twinge of curiosity. What secrets could this poor soul be hiding?
I search the corpse, but alas, find nothing of interest. The mummy's tattered wrappings and desiccated flesh yield no treasures or secrets. I can't help but feel a pang of disappointment - I had been hoping for at least a copper or two.