A dagger...

You peer into the chest and your eyes rest on a small dagger. You pick it up to take a look at it and notice a strange glint in the tip of the blade.

Awesome, you think, finally some good news.

You examine the handle and realise it's made of a similar substance as the woman's throne, with a strange dark reflection. It feels tough and durable in your palm, and you can't help but swing it a few times. As the blade slashes through the air, a grin akin to the one when you hit the chest begins to spread across your face.

"Maybe this could be fun..." You say, excited by the dagger.

But then you look at both exits and let out a deep exhale.