Hallowfield Skirmish Spoils

The party cleared a short-lived mêlée among broken wagons and shallow graves on a rain-sodden battlefield. The three zombies were once part of a hastily raised militia — their uniforms tatters, their weapons rusted, and pockets carrying the few belongings they clutched in death. What remains is a scatter of practical items and small valuables hastily abandoned or ripped free: coins that would've paid for a night's ale, a captain's battered signet ring, scavengable leather and bone for crafting, and a single spared vial of healing likely slipped into a pouch before the men fell. Nothing here is grand — this is the sort of spoils a low-level party can divvy up or use to keep moving.