His unerring dragon sense for wealth quickly drew him across the room to a small, concealed alcove, beneath a pile of furs and bones. The stash consists of 1,902 sp, 888 gp, and a small, reddish gemstone, that pulses with a strong, varied sense of magic.<br/><br/>Moving swiftly down the alternate path, they soon arrive in a wide cavern, littered with half a dozen pallets made of branches, leaves, and smelly, uncured hides. A pair of trolls are seated in the middle of the room, already rising to their feet as the party approaches, though one hands another a few coins as they do so, speaking in Giant, before bellowing and rushing forth.<br/>