Requiem of the Wailing Sentinel

The tortured treant spirit leaves behind a quiet, reverent ruin rather than a true hoard. As the last cries fade from the grove, the party finds offerings buried in roots, a few modest coins, and a single healing draught preserved by the old warding magic of the trees. Most of the value is symbolic rather than worldly, fitting the sorrowful guardian that once protected the grove. The remaining heartwood charm feels warm in the hand, as if the grove itself is thanking the heroes for ending the Sentinel's pain.