Cave Troll Lair: The Gnawed Hoard

After the cave's reek of rot and old blood was driven back, the party cleared a low chamber strewn with shattered bone, torn hides and the chewed remains of past victims. The larger cave troll had been a messy hoarder: it favoured scavenged gear and valuables it could swallow or tuck into a midden rather than neat coin chests. Mixed among broken spears and ripped pack straps are practical items and reagents that exploit the troll's biology — pouches of greasy fat, teeth used as trophies, and a foul pelt suitable for a leatherworker. A small handful of gems and a battered signet ring came from the unfortunate travelers the trolls had eaten or from traders the beasts had cornered; a curious vial of smoldering ember and a useful healing potion were tucked inside a cracked waterskin as if kept for an emergency. The party now sorts what can be sold, what can be used for crafting, and what must be burned with tar and holy water.