The Drowned Bridle of the Fey Marsh

The kelpie's pool lies unnaturally still now, its surface broken by drifting petals, torn reeds, and the faint shimmer of spent enchantment. Among the muck and moonlit water are the remains of several stolen trinkets and a few valuables that survived the beast's grasp. The best find is a well-kept cloak touched by fey glamour, alongside a handful of elegant jewels and useful alchemical bits gathered from the marshy shore.