The Urge - Part 16

Miguel had been tied up before. That was nothing new. Miguel was most annoyed that his eye was still swollen shut. His eyesight wasn’t the greatest to begin with. 
Miguel twisted a few times to see exactly how his hands had been tied. Brock put on a good show, but his knot tying skills left something to be desired. 
After ten minutes or so of struggling, Miguel was able to wrestle the restraints from his wrists. He quickly bent down to undo his feet. No matter how many times Miguel had found himself in such a situation, no one ever seemed to remember he had a peg leg. So, he simply slipped the rope over the end of his stump and he was free. 
Miguel quickly made his way to the door and listened carefully. He could hear nothing. Slowly he lifted the handle and made his way back into the chamber. His captors hadn’t had time to get far so he couldn’t leave right away; he had some time to kill. 
Miguel went to one of the cabinets and opened it. The contents were odd. All sorts of miscellaneous clothes, shoes, wigs, make up, and accessories. Everything one would need for a convincing disguise. 
As he continued around the room, Miguel noticed more strange things. Everything in the room looked expensive. The chairs were covered in fur and leather. The tables expertly made. On one such table there was displayed a large map. 
Miguel bent over and examined it. It was of the entire region. A dozen villages marked within a days journey. Three of the villages were crossed out. 
Miguel looked over at the chests stacked neatly against the wall. He made his way over to them. 
They were locked. Miguel had to make a decision; either leave the chests and or attempt to open them and possibly attract his captors. After all, they could still be near. 
Miguel decided they’d find him gone either way, and went to brake the locks. 
The locks were thick and heavy; clearly more than merely storage. Brock didn’t want anyone opening these. 
What Miguel found was more then he had bargained for. Miguel used a large candlestick he found sitting on the table and was able to ply open the lock. He grimaced slightly as the lock fell to the ground with a crash. He paused, but his captors must’ve truly been out of earshot. 
As Miguel lifted the lid, he gasped. He was no stranger to wealth, but this was a kings ransom. 
Gold, silver, and jewels filled the chest with the occasional article of clothing or other miscellaneous treasures. 
Miguel decided he had waited long enough. He had to get back to the village and figure out what was going on. 
As he turned to the door, one last item caught his eye. A small ornately decorated box. The box wasn’t odd, everything in the room screamed opulence. But the box sat underneath half burnt logs in the middle of the fireplace; charred on one side.