You assent, and Rítes solemnly leads you through various tunnels while you contemplate the prayer you will give. In due course you come to another magic door upon which your companion traces another sigil – yet this time the door doesn't open but merely shakes quietly in response. After a couple minutes the door melts away to reveal another young female dwarf, looking a bit older than Rítes, clearly still bleary with sleep. She squints at Rítes and begins to ask "What do you need at this hour, Ri?", then her eyes seem to come into focus as she sees you properly. Almost instantly, she drops to the floor in an elaborate sweeping motion, ending up kneeling with her arms to the sides and her forehead touching stone, a deferential gesture so ostentatiously ridiculous that even thralls haven't been required to use it for many centuries. Rítes says in a somewhat conspiratorial tone, "His Majesty would like to pay his respects at your shrine.", and the woman (Salkun, you recall) looks up with wide eyes. "You mean—?", she blurts out, and Rítes nods, and in short order they are both shepherding you in and down a short hallway into a lady's bedroom.
The furnishings are old-fashioned, with heavy grey drapery which was considered feminine in an antique period of local fashion. Speaking of antique, the bed certainly is, a basalt piece whose decorative carvings have nearly weathered away entirely. Whatever musings you might have on the intimacy of the setting — while you've heard of kings winding up in their subjects' bedrooms from time to time, this isn't exactly how you thought of it — are cut short as the women drag an unassuming walnut chest out of a side closet and present it to you. On the lid of the chest, a brass plate has recently been inlaid, on which the following words are delicately carven in a somewhat archaic form of dwarven script: "Herein be all that remain of revered Ergedós, whom I, Salkun, bore unto ruin and thereafter bore unto glory."
A) Open the chest.
B) NOPE right back outta here.