Dr Simon
Explorer
"Y'ever see a cat playing with a mouse?" says Vencarlo. "I'll wager anything these potions are here just to keep us alive a bit longer so we can be played with some more. Assuming, that is, that they aren't poisoned as well. We're wasting time here."
Mhairi examines the third and final chest. No signs of any traps on the outside. She carefully picks the lock and, as she does so, a tiny whisp of misty gas escapes from the lock as the last tumbler clicks into place. On a hunch she lifts the lid ever so slightly, and a bit more of the mist escapes, sweet-smelling yet acrid, and she closes the lid again quickly. The chest is full of some kind of noxious gas. Whether there is anything else in there remains to be seen, but opening the chest fully to see will release the gas.
Mhairi examines the third and final chest. No signs of any traps on the outside. She carefully picks the lock and, as she does so, a tiny whisp of misty gas escapes from the lock as the last tumbler clicks into place. On a hunch she lifts the lid ever so slightly, and a bit more of the mist escapes, sweet-smelling yet acrid, and she closes the lid again quickly. The chest is full of some kind of noxious gas. Whether there is anything else in there remains to be seen, but opening the chest fully to see will release the gas.