Ah, the delightful corpse of a monk, reduced to nothing more than a mummified husk. How utterly charming. I approach the desiccated form with as much enthusiasm as one can muster for a dead body and begin my search, but alas, there's not so much as a copper piece to be found. How disappointingly ungenerous of the poor, departed soul.

As I cast a disinterested glance around the room, I find myself in a vast chamber some forty by thirty paces in size, its walls adorned with grotesque depictions of brutality that would make even the most hardened warrior shudder. In the far corner, an abandoned chest rests forlornly, as if waiting for someone to stumble upon it and discover its secrets.

As I stand there, pondering my next move, I realize that I have two choices before me:

• Shall I delve into the forgotten chest and uncover its secrets?
• Perhaps it's time to cut my losses and make my exit, returning to the safety of the known?