The Hag's Sunken Cache

As the green hag's body shrivels into a gnarled piece of driftwood, her small wicker basket spills open upon the muddy floor of her hovel. The items within are caked in muck and smell strongly of peat, yet they carry a faint hum of residual transmutation magic. Among the damp rags and discarded bones, the party discovers a collection of stolen treasures and alchemical components that the witch had plucked from travelers lost in the mire.