Webbed Shadow: The Drow Ambush Hoard

After pushing through a web-choked corridor and down a stair of obsidian-streaked rock, the party stumbled into the aftermath of a small drow warband's ambush. The chamber smells faintly of incense and spider-silk. Two sleeping mats and a shallow shrine to a spider-god lie overturned. In the rubble and twisted armor, the party finds equipment stripped from the fallen, a spell component pouch scorched by a failed magic, a vial of dark liquid bearing an unfamiliar sigil, and a handful of coins and gems—loot likely gathered from surface raids and the spoils of a recent captive. The drow assassin's blades are finely balanced and venom-stained; the drow mage's spellbook and component case give up both mundane and arcane value. Nothing in the hoard is lavish court treasure, but much is serviceable and valuable to an adventuring party willing to sift through silk and shadow.