Plenty of splatted rats decorate your lonely room-tomb. Tose whose teeth remain intact bugger off down the holes in the wall to boldly seek out new aqueducts where no rats have been before.
You, in your stoned state, approach the last unopened box and, perhaps because you are one pretty tough dude now with your rocky hide and your snazzy hairpiece, flip the lid without a moment of anxiety and therein lies...
Not lies, to tell the truth, but rather hangs the cause of the shaking. It is a frenetic dwarf suspended on a rope in a shaft trying desperately to smash her way through ice barely within reach at the bottom of the shaft, employing a pick axe.
As you open the chest, the surprised dwarf drops the pickaxe as she looks up and then begins cussing viciously in your direction.
How do you respond to this turn up for the books?