Bleeding Hollow Red Caps

The party cleared the low, choking cavern the red caps had claimed for their bloody revels. Bodies of twelve red caps litter the flagstones, their little iron spikes, knives, and trophies scattered about. Among the gore and mud you find coin pouches shoved into a hollow behind a stalagmite, a crude bundle of gemstones wrapped in greasy cloth, and one battered leather jerkin still warm with the imprint of a tiny axe. A corked vial glows faintly beneath a fallen lantern where a red cap had stashed it for later mischief. The most striking finds are the trophies: a bloodred felt cap, marked with an iron button, and a curious little hat that seems to hum when cold air passes over it. The haul will outfit the party for travel, fund repairs, and yield a tidy profit to a jeweler or fence, with one minor magic trinket worth testing and guarding carefully.