“And now, I’m in a treasure chest.” Ramiro, the halfling, muttered as he felt around for his lockpicks. They were in here somewhere. “Why am I in a treasure chest you ask?” He raised his voice, “Because my stupid half-orc friend thought it was a funny to shove me in here!”
Boris burst into chuckles outside the box. Ramiro’s face slammed into the rough wooden side of the box as it was lifted. “Hey! Put me down!”
“No time,” Boris laughed. “We’ll get a bonus if we can get this to the boss before dawn.”
“Once I find my lockpick, I only need six seconds to undo this lock,” Ramiro grumbled.
His lockpicks poked him in the eye as the box moved around again.
“Then pick it while we go.”
Ramiro snagged his lockpicks and got working on the lock. “’Pick it while we go,’ he says. Let’s see him pick the lock the lock on a treasure chest from the inside while the box is being lugged around by a giant doofus.”
“You know I can hear you right?” Boris asked.
The lock clicked. “Yes!” Ramiro pushed against the lid of the treasure chest.
It didn’t budge.
“Let me out!”
“No.” Ramiro could hear Boris’s grin in his voice. “You’re more fun in the chest.”
Ramiro groaned as he pictured his friend, treasure box under his arm, waltzing out to the exit. “Fine!” he shouted. “Then I’m taking a nap!” Napping was better than walking anyway.
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