Beneath the Sacred Mound of the Littlefolk, the treasure cavern packed with gold and gems narrowed at the top and widened below like a bottle. Pale blue fluorite cast a cold glow, faintly illuminating most of the space.
Near the “neck” of that bottle-shaped cavern, on a large chunk of fluorite, lay a charred squirrel and two Littlefolk clinging to each other. The two Littlefolk were wrapped so tightly in a ball of wings that only a small gap remained above their heads. The light from the fluorite under their feet shone up through that opening, making them look...
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