"Well. Looks like someone's gone an' made this cave a home, huh?" Maria smirks and gives her companion a wink, letting her eyes wander shamelessly around the spartan living space. Definitely a lot going on... but the monk wonders just who (or what) would want to live in such a gloomy environment?<br/><br/>Maybe the chest will have some sort of clue... with a bemused shrug, the wanderer walks over to the chest and reaches down to grab hold of the lid. Maybe she'll get lucky, and the thing won't be locked... If not, she can always try to break it open.