The Smoldering Nest of the Red-Eye Tribe

After clearing the damp chambers of the goblin nest, you sift through the detritus. The shaman lay slumped over a pile of stolen crates, clutching a bundle of magical parchment and a strange bone-bound focus. The other goblins, clearly living in filth, had little but their crude blades, yet a hidden cavity in the cavern wall reveals a small stash of polished gems and a heavy coin purse, likely the remains of an ambushed merchant caravan. The smell of singed hair and swamp rot lingers heavily over the spoils.