As the monk's hand pressed on the lid, the wood was warm. Warmer than the rest of the room. That was all the warning she had, before the chest's top rose and revealed red flesh, a hungry, wet gullet, and two rows of ivory shark-teeth, a wicked grin from lid to lid, and wet slobber dripping. The chest seemed to immediately move forward, almost as if it<em>slid</em>a bit on the ground, the jaw trying to snap at her arm. Barely missing the monk's arm, the thing seemed to snarl.<br/><br/>"What the freak is that thing!?" Lissu screamed loudly, the voice echoing in the chamber.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">And the large chest spits out a pair of dark rocks with wicked symbols carved into it, filled with white powder, ending with '20' showing on the topmost side as it finally lands before the Monk's foot, the chest snarling at her as if daring her to roll...</div></div>