The Sanguine Archive's Rest

The iron scented air of the library stills as the last of the blood golems collapses into a viscous puddle across the marble floor. Scattered among the shattered ribcages of the skeletons and the withered remains of the wights lie the treasures they guarded. Beneath the dust of centuries, the shelves hold more than just forgotten lore. Within a hidden alcove behind a fallen tapestry, a locked coffer contains the valuables of the long dead head librarian, preserved by the dry air and the violent vigilance of the undead sentinels.