No, Evelyn waits for one last time

One. Last. Time. Evelyn would try this damned mimic one last time. It wasn't long after the nobel woman left when her next victim appeared. This time it was a man, and when Evelyn got it good look at him, she just about up and left. This man, on first glance, seemed like a middle aged man wearing ragged and worn studded leather armor, and a ratty cloak. But to most people this man could be instantly recognized as a ranger, one of the very few professions that real professional adventurers had. Sure, there were a lot of adventurers in the world, but most of them were just over glorified mercenaries, people like this ranger on the other hand, they drank dragon blood and ate nails for breakfast. People stupid enough to go against these types of people usually ended up in the ground. Evelyn stood as still as she possibly could, not making a peep, and desperately trying not to soil herself. If he found her, she was as good as dead. The ranger quickly surveyed the area, seemingly not noticing her (thank the gods), he approach the chest and almost instantly said aloud to himself, “A mimic, eh?” He drew a short sword. “Go on mimic, show me your true form.” Evelyn could see the chest visibly begin to shake. After a few minutes of the ranger staring intensely at the shaking chest, the chest's lid quickly flew open, and hacked out a huge diamond, and then slammed itself shut. Evelyn's jaw practically fell to the floor. “...That is not what I was expecting...But I'll let you live for now mimic.” The ranger put the diamond in his pack, and after a few more minutes of looking around the ruins, finally left. Although Evelyn stayed hidden until she was absolutely sure he was gone.