"Is this what I think it is?" I asked a rhetorical question, but Grer had to give me a reply.
"I think that's a treasure box?" the goblin answered.
"I know, goblin. You don't have to answer that, dammit."
A loud smacking sound echoed in our surroundings as my fist pounded on his head. With a shriek, Grer raced through the corner and caressed his head. A hill formed on top of his scalp as Grer continued palpating the bump.
I did not feel pity for him and continued staring at the box.
The container kept appearing once I stored it inside my bag. It was as if the altar had an infinite supply of the dull treasure chest materialising on top. I tried it again and monitored the monument with glaring eyes.
My orbs never left my view and continued glaring at the chest. However, something happened. And I missed it!
The chest nestled in the space as soon as I blinked. It happened so fast that none of us had caught the happenings before our eyes.
