The Reeve's Buried Chest

The chest comes free with a sucking groan, releasing the smell of wet cedar, old lamp oil, and river mud. Inside, oilcloth bundles have kept a handful of belongings dry, while the rest have fused into dark, swollen layers. Beneath the practical supplies and personal keepsakes lie the reeve's records, a warning from the last days of the village, and a strangely marked green stone that may point toward what the hydra disturbed before it attacked.