The Hag's Drowned Coffers

As the night hag dissipates into a greasy smoke, her physical treasures sink into the muddy sludge of the basement floor. Within a rusted iron chest half submerged in the stagnant water lies the collection of a creature that has traded in terror and souls for centuries. The air remains heavy with the stench of decay, but the glint of valuable gems and dark artifacts pierces through the gloom of the watery cellar.