"My lord, this chest is so badly rusted that even a key might not open it easily. Why don't we smash it open?" the human Musketeer suggested.
"Right! This isn't a game!" Yu Lin Bloodhawk realized, inwardly cursing his own stupidity.
"Smash it open! Smash it open!" he repeatedly told his soldiers.
Two Human Soldiers hurried to find tools, then broke the chest open with a brief flurry of clanging. They were just about to lift the lid.
"Don't touch it! Let me open it!" Yu Lin Bloodhawk suddenly shouted.
The two Human Soldiers froze, then stepped aside in bewilderment.
Yu Lin Bloodhawk walked over and opened the chest, silently chanting, Lucky hands! Lucky hands! Give me a lucky chest!
The treasures the Murlocs had collected inside nearly made Yu Lin Bloodhawk cough up blood in anger. He cursed them inwardly. You bastards, couldn't you collect something else? Why collect this junk? Just look at what's in here! An empty beer bottle, two tattered pieces of linen cloth, and... what... what the hell is this? A complete Murloc skeleton.
You bastards, are you really short on fish bones? You collect these too? Are you messing with me? He muttered as he pulled things out and tossed them away. "It's not that my luck is bad. These Murlocs are just too poor! See? There's still plenty of stuff in here, isn't there?"
He comforted himself that way until he reached the bottom of the chest, where he finally found something that convinced him his luck wasn't utterly hopeless: a rusty dagger and a large clam shell.
He picked up the dagger first and examined it, then shook his head, sighed, and tossed it onto the ground. It was the most ordinary dagger imaginable. Corroded by seawater and poorly cared for, it