Voltaire stared into the large space of the room, the hair on the back of his neck began to stand up. Did he want that treasure? Absolutely. However, he also was not stupid. Why did they leave it behind? It may be a trap but a party of experienced adventures should have been able to deal with it easily enough. They didn't leave it for them since they met them afterwards, but perhaps they left it for the weaker adventurers. But why? The hand on his dagger tightened to the point his knuckles turned white. Despite all the warnings, if they managed to retrieve its contents then they would be bringing glory to Amaterasu-sama not to mention giving them something good.

He nodded at the single sound Koph made [color=8493ca][b]"Yeah. Too good to be true right?"[/b][/color] A faint grin on his lips as he glanced over at her, then back at the expanse before them. There was no telling what would happen when they went for that chest. It could be the end of their adventure before it began though what was adventure without a little risk? Ever since he stepped inside this dungeon, he's felt more alive than he ever has. The temptation began to override his more rational way of thinking. They could always run if the situation got out of control, right? [color=8493ca][b]"I think we should try. We work together like we've been and it'll be a piece of cake."[/b][/color] He semi-joked. Admittedly, he felt the need to prove himself. Seeing those other adventurers...it made him realize he was nothing but a pup to them. Voltaire wanted to change that. He wanted fame. He wanted fortune. He wanted adventure. Though if Koph strongly refused, he wouldn't go after the chest.