In one of Esoteric Ebb’s chambers lies a chest. Above it, a sign: “Not a mimic.” Snell, your goblin companion, deduces the most obvious outcome: The sign is the work of some prankster who’s hoping to get one over on whichever unsuspecting rube decides to saunter into this secreted away room, ignore the sign, and loot the chest. Mimics are often “chest-shaped” like this–the game’s joke, not mine–and seeing as how they are a trick as old as fantasy itself, it doesn’t take a genius to piece together how such an encounter might end.
