Five sets of curious eyes, and one set of carefree dragon eyes, gathered around the singular ruby chest as they stared at it with expectation. A single brush of the chests owner caused the vessel that had been impossible to open to simply crack and disintegrate into a pile of sparkling dust.
Their eyes widened more, and a few held their breath in anticipation as the dust slowly blew away to reveal the treasure within.
Belladonna took it into her hands, lifting it slowly and carefully, just in case she broke it. Her care was not ill placed, as the item in her hands looked truly ancient.
The item in question was a bundle of pages, each page brown and weathered with cracks along the edges. It looked like it belonged in some cursed and forgotten tomb, and that it was ready to crumble to dust the moment the sun so much as glanced in its general direction.
