The Glittering Warrens of the 25 Snakes

You cleared a tangled warren of low, soot-streaked tunnels where every surface is nicked from claws and knives. The kobolds prized shininess above comfort: piles of coins and trinkets were kept next to crude bedding, a smashed incense bowl sat before a crooked, smoky quartz idol of a drake, and a collapsed shelf revealed scavenged provisions and the spoils of several raids. Most items are battered or jury-rigged — weapons made from scrap iron, patched leather jerkins, and dozens of slingstones — but a few pieces stand out as tradeable or useful: a handful of semi-precious stones the kobolds collected as offerings, two stolen potions from a raided caravan, a rough map that points to a nearby mine, and a tangle of ropes and traps you can salvage for crafting. The hoard feels communal rather than personal: many small things, a few worthwhile finds, and a single carved idol that likely inspired the tribe's devotion.