[@Thinslayer]
Ravadon now: 
“Oh, that’s adorable. The rocks are reflecting my beauty once again. It is almost as though they were as pretty as I am. ALMOST.” The lacking of minecarts made Ravadon imagine himself riding a chariot across the tracks at high speeds, jumping out at the last second and saving the day as all enemies fell down to beg for even more mercy. “A storage container of metallic format?” Raising one hand and throwing his head back and forth. “Pretty brutal” Ravadon got off his high horse for just a few seconds… “But not as glorious as I am…” Or at least, he thought about it.
He celebrated his findings in hope that if the chest or any other would attack his glorious persona, the drama of such an unexpected attack would forever mark the attacker as a villain. Approaching the chest, he sought to take all of its content in the way the fat lady that sings, eats her oatmeal. 
Till there’s nothing left(inside) and you can’t take any more(singing).
When the chest was emptied, he realized some of this might not be just a pile of loot. A plié performed perfectly followed, before he decided to rush down the blue marked path. “I hope petty tiny patch-eyes doesn’t chase me…”