*Cugel pockets the loot.*
"Nothing. Nothing is in the chest. Oh, fine..."
*Cugel shares the wealth.*
"Well, I got what I came for. Or possibly not. If the creatures here really were preparing to attack Guido's fort, we have at least struck quite a blow to them. So, unless we missed anything, it is time to depart. I, for one, would prefer not to seek out any firebreathing dragons, real or imaginary. We might look for that haunted graveyard though. It sounds like an amusing diversion..."