The Abandoned Ash-Fields Wagon

Among the overgrown tall grass of the outskirts lies a splintered merchant wagon, its wheels sunk deep into the soft earth. The canvas cover is tattered and bleached by the sun, flapping mournfully in the breeze. Inside, amidst the ruins of mundane trade goods and scattered supplies, a faint orange glow emanates from a cloth-wrapped bundle. It appears the travelers fled in haste, leaving behind their most precious cargo buried under heaps of simple grain and survival gear.