Vault of Whispered Sentences

Beneath the cold arches of the ruined archive the party battled reanimated skeletons and a cadre of weak, hungry wizards whose experiments had torn holes into the veil. As the last ghostly sentinel dissolved with the dawn's first light the adventurers searched the ruined library and the wizardly antechambers. They found mundane arms left on skeletal guardians, arcane fragments from a shattered spellbook, a freshly scribed 1st-level spell scroll and a healing potion tucked inside a scorched satchel. Scattered among the collapsed shelves were trade gems and a modest pouch of coin. A vial of ectoplasm sloshed in a sealed jar taken from an experiment table, and a tarnished locket pulsed with sorrowful magic. The haul is modest but useful for a level 3 party: consumables to mend wounds and bolster defenses, materials for crafters and casters, a minor magic trinket with a ghostly edge, and enough coin and gems to fund the next leg of the adventure.