Most the traps leading into the chamber had been set off decades, if not centuries prior, or were so rusted, worn, or broken, that they were easily avoidable.
I entered the chamber slowly, looking around in confusion as to where the light was coming from, until I saw the gem, sitting on a plinth, a nearly fully decomposed corpse lying next to it, one hand on the stone. I assumed that anything someone with their dying breath would try to claim must be valuable, so I took it.
How was I to guess their last action was putting it there?
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