Throw in a few red herrings

Gutanga crept up to the dust-covered plinth and reached for the lid of the golden pot. She could feel the power radiating from it, a strange tension in the air around her. She lifted the lid and peered inside. It was empty. She hesitated. Where was the idol of Sultar? The map had led her here. It had to be...

She pushed the pot aside and swept the dust off the plinth beneath it. A secret compartment! She opened it and looked inside. It was empty. But that meant...

She stamped her foot down on the base of the secret compartment and it crumbled away. A false bottom! She brought the flame of her torch to floor level and saw a small hole in the dirt below. It was empty. That only left...

She scrabbled at the dirt with her hands and uncovered a small metal box buried deep in the hole. She prised it open. It was empty. That could only mean one thing...