Battlefield Spoils of the Four-Armed Devastation

The four girallons came crashing through the shattered ranks at dawn, tearing through tents and skirmish lines before your party drove them off. The ground is a churned sea of mud, discarded standards, splintered pikes, and abandoned packs. As you pick through the ruin you find what remains useful or saleable: coin pouches emptied and then refilled with plunder, a handful of gemstones pried from a smashed signet box, two potions fished from a medic's kit, and two modest magical implements likely looted from an officer's chest. The girallons themselves yield practical spoils rather than armor or organized kit: trophy pelts and claws that could be sold, fashioned into trinkets, or used in ritual work. Taken together, the haul reflects a brutal skirmish on a contested field where opportunistic looting and close-quarters savagery left both valuables and odd curiosities behind.