After a nod from the king, the guardsmen carefully started unlocking and removing the chains from the ominously rattling chest. In the end, the lock was unlocked with a rusty click and the guardsmen cautiously moved away. The lid of the chest was banged open and Torrhen's heart froze for a moment. A half-rotten moving corpse, with hands and feet bound in heavy black manacles, fell out and was wriggling furiously on the floor.