"Hey look, the room actually has something this time," Fumeko's head poked through a door.
"Technically every room had stone and air," Jotou walked right in. The small room hosted a few crates strewn about the room and a barrel or two by the corner. "Must be an antechamber," the blonde pointed to the other much bigger door on the opposite side.
"I'm more suspicious of the treasure," Fumeko had her back against the wall, observing a lone chest on the other side of the room that had sparkling gold chains hanging out.
"Hm," Jotou stood beside her and watched it.
Fumeko crossed her arms.
Jotou knitted her brows uncaringly.
"Call it intuition, I don't like it."
"Well obviously detective," sparks caught like fire onto the armite sword she drew out. "This is basic dungeon bait. Ever heard of a mimic?"
"Think so," she shrugged.
