Dracor stops upon seeing the chest. "Hold on... I've heard about these... the threat as old as time... stay back!" The dragonborn shouts as he takes his sword and swings hard at the old chest. "Meet your doom mimic!" The dragonborn shouts as he draws his sword and holds it above his head with two hands. He then swings down hard at the chest. 

Attack: 2 Damage: 5

The chest stays a chest and doesn't seem particularly affected by the hit. 

Unimpressed, Preston watches the dragonborn fail miserably to attack an inanimate object. He doesn’t know what a mimic is, but this chest certainly doesn’t look like one. 

It was a good thing the noble dragonborn was a better spellcaster than a warrior. Preston noticed several flaws in his stance and form. When they get out of this, perhaps he’ll show him how to properly wield this weapon of his.

In the meantime, Preston approaches the old chest. He juggles the paddle lock to see how steadily it’s holding.

"I don’t suppose any of you is familiar with picking a lock?", he asks, not really expecting an affirmative response.

"HA! Yup... Normal chest." Dracor says as he quickly sheaths his sword. "You see... if it WAS a mimic, it would have tried to dodge and I was counting on it moving when I took my swing... It is all pretty technical..." The dragonborn trails off mumbling a bit before turning around, rubbing the back of his gold and silver scaled neck. He then kicks a small stone off down the trail. 

Ella shakes her head. "I know I'm not. We could always smash the lock, though. Maybe. Depending on how sturdy it is."

The Larger Dragonborn finally speaks up after listening to the others for a bit, still mostly lost in his own head. "Your vigilance Is appreciated Dracor..." Wulcrath responds with an amused exhale at the Noble's antics, feeling bad for him. He gives the other Dragonborn a little reassuring pat on the shoulder as he studies the chest.

"No... That's outside my expertise.'" He responds to Preston as he crouches down a bit to take a closer look at the chest. Though, Ella's assumption seems sound, and it doesn't seem anybody will coming back for what's inside. "Why I don't I take a crack at it with your Mace then?" He posits to the Dwarf, seeing as how he seems to be the strongest here, at least a glance. "If you don't mind of course... I seem to be the big Oaf of the group after all."

Preston steps out of the way, leaving enough room for Wulcrath to attempt to break the lock on the chest.

Dracor gives Wulcrath a small smle and stands aside. "smash it open, that dirty old chest can't be worth much... just try not to break whatever is inside." The dragonborn suggests as he takes a step backwards. "I already checked that it isn't a mimic... but you may want to check for traps as well..." He suggests. 

Ella shrugs and hands Wulcrath her mace. "Give it a shot."

"Alright... Here goes." The Dragonborn gives Everyone around a little nod as he steps up to the chest. He sets his shield aside, gripping Ella's mace with both hands. He takes a moment to stretch first. Best not to pull anything... He quickly gives the chest a quick look... but it's unassuming, at least to him. The Red Dragonborn then singles out the lock, plants his feet, takes a deep breath... and unleashes what he hopes to be a mighty wallop. 

Mace strike at the lock of the chest: Attack: 20 Damage: 4

The sound of metal meeting metal echoes through the cavern, and the lock shatters under the dragonborn's strength. The chest, now freed from its confinement, opens with a creak.

Inside, a small treasure trove awaits discovery. Three pouches catch your eye, each filled meticulously with various coins. The first pouch contains 2700 copper coins, the second holds 400 silver coins, and the third boasts 110 gold coins.

Beside the coins, a carved bone statuette catches the gleam of Dracor's dancing lights. The statuette depicts a mysterious figure in a complex pose, its details skillfully rendered by an unknown artist. A pair of engraved bone dice rests beside the statuette, intricately marked with symbols.

Further exploration reveals a small mirror set in a painted wooden frame, its glass still clear and reflective, and a delicate gold bracelet, adorned with subtle engravings.

When the chest is opened, Dracor races forward and quickly tries to get a glimpse of the treasure within. poking his head around wulcrth, Dracor excitedly examines the contents. "OH! Do you think any of that stuff is magical?! I bet it is! I just bet some of those items are worth loads of coin!" The noble dragonborn guesses as he nearly drolls onto Wulcraths shoulder.

A laugh rumbles out of Wulcrath's chest as he looks over the contents of the chest. "I think you may be right!" The larger Dragonborn responds to the smaller one. He's excited to count the coin... but the other things inside catch his interest, just as they seem to have Dracor's. The fighter goes about splitting the loot, moving the money to one side of the chest and the trinkets to the other. "Here, why don't you all take a look at these? Curious..." He mumbles aloud, motioning everyone else over.

He hands Ella back her mace, as he stands back, "Thank you Ella... worked out for us hmm?" There's a sudden gleam in his eyes. Finally... Finally! No more sleeping in the woods or in the stable outside an Inn!

Preston looks surprised at the content of this chest. He’s never seen that much coin in one place. How did it end up here he wonders? Perhaps this cave belong to brigands who use it to hide their loot?

Besides the coin, he looks intrigued by the statuette and the bone dice. He would study the symbols on it. Though he’s no scholar, maybe the young soldier came across something similar in the past?

Ella takes back her mace, looking over their find. "Quite a bit of money there," she muses. "I wonder if any of those trinkets might help us, though."

"You know... I learned about magical items when I was in school... " Dracor says before pausing a bit and examining the items in the box... "Well.. I mean they taught us about magical items, but I was very busy and couldn't ALWAYS attend class. You know how it is being an important noble and all..." The dragonborn adds as he tries to think back to his school days and tries to identify the items.

Arcana check to see if he knows if any of them are magical and what they might be? 3

Ella rolls her eyes. "No, I don't know. I was raised in a temple."

Dracor studies each of the items - a carved bone statuette, a pair of engraved bone dice, a small mirror set in a painted wooden frame and a small gold bracelet. Despite his thorough investigation, no traces of magical essence linger on any of the objects. However, his discerning noble eye recognizes their value as exquisite art objects, each possessing a potential for fetching a handsome sum when sold – approximately 25 gold pieces each.

"Wow Ella... no need to brag." Dracor replies with a look of surprise on his face. "I'm sure you had a nice house growing up... but a TEMPLE... That's probably a bit of an exaggeration don't you think? Any temple I went to growing up was huge... all marble floors and columns with golden candle sticks and decor. Hand carved mahogany pews lined the isles and long flowing blue silken tapestry's with silver snitching depicting Bahamut hanging from the ceilings." The dragonborn looks Ella up and down. "Seems a bit hard to believe that your home was THAT nice... nicer than the rest of ours." 

The dragonborn then gestures towards the loot in the box. "After looking at the stuff in the box... I don't think any of it is magical. I think each of the items are probably worth about 25g a piece though.." He says with a disappointed shrug.

Wulcrath stands by as Dracor and Ella have their little scuffle, and thinks of his own home. His hand idly hefting the bone statue as he thinks.  He isn't really interested in comparing upbringings... though he perks up at the mention of Bahamut. He'd read a bit about the Dragon God... and he was always intrigued about learning more. "Heh... W-wow, I got to live in a shack in the woods..." He trails off for a moment, looking down at Dracor.


"You said Bahamut right?" There's a certain kind of childlike curiosity in his eyes, at least for a big red Dragonborn. This is a chance for him to learn a bit more about his own kind, one of the reasons he left home. "What do you know about him?" Perhaps he could bother Ella about her God and home later too...

Now that he's said it though... his words may have just betrayed Dracor's perception of him a bit.