Spoils of the Sanguine Siphoner

The bandit leader falls, his body shriveling as the stolen life energy he used to fuel his magic dissipates into the cold air. The battlefield around him is a grim testament to his cruelty, littered with the drained husks of those he used as arcane batteries. Among the debris of the clash and the dark remnants of his ritual site, you discover a collection of treasures stolen from caravans and several implements of his foul trade. The lingering scent of ozone and iron remains, but the power that once held these items has faded to a manageable hum.