"This is neither scientific nor magical," Dillie muttered at the lowest volume, "Two things stuck together, yet their conditions seem centuries apart, as if time itself is in disarray. Kyle, could someone have deliberately placed a new chest inside an old leather bag? No, that doesn't make sense either; they couldn't have put it in this compartment."
"What did you just say?" Pannis suddenly looked perturbed, turning to inquire, "Say that again."
"Huh?" Dillie, confused, responded, "Me? I said it's neither scientific nor magical. Don't ask me to define science; it's too hard to explain to you. I was just saying it doesn't make sense."
"Not that part, never mind," Pannis waved a dismissive hand, already having made up his mind and no longer lingering on what Dillie had said. He stared at the chest and said, "Step back further; I'll pry the chest open. It looks trap-free from the outside."
