Bone-guarded Cell: Skeleton Patrol (3 骷髅小兵)

In the low, stale air of a collapsed guardroom deep in the dungeon, three skeleton sentries fell apart under the party's blades. They were once militia—remnants of leather and rusted iron hanging from brittle bones. As the dust settled you find little in the way of grand treasure, but useful and flavorful finds remain: crudely kept coins slipped from bony fingers, a couple of serviceable but rusted weapons, fragments of armor fit for repairs or trade, a small dark gemstone tucked into a cracked reliquary, and a sealed vial that must have belonged to a previous tenant of these halls. Nothing here is likely to upset the campaign balance, but several pieces could fund repairs, supply a healer's touch, or serve as components for a craft or investigation.