Bones Beneath the Cold Vault

After smashing through the crypt's sealed altar and scattering the last of the brittle skeletons, the party pressed into the inner chamber where the wailing specter once drifted. Where the spirit had raged, the air still tasted of iron and old incense; the skeletal remains clattered into small piles revealing what the dead were buried with. Among funerary wraps and broken reliquaries the party found a mix of mundane grave goods, a handful of gemstones and coin, and one lingering echo of the specter's terrible warding — a small enchanted trinket, cold to the touch and humming faintly with necromantic residue. Nothing here suggests proud knightly panoply — the dead were local guards and mourned worshippers — but some items look useful for crafting or for bargaining to keep the lights on.