Gold From the Reliquary

Once the reliquary had admitted what it was, the party answered it on its own terms.

Dhaz found strongboxes and pulled eighty gold from them. Maine blasted open a display case and recovered a Mystery Machine token. Morgan smashed another case and claimed a pouch worth one hundred forty gold.

None of it felt innocent.

The cathedral had already turned devotion into a market, which made stealing from it feel both practical and ugly. The party was not robbing a clean holy place. They were extracting value from a room where holiness had already been measured, packaged, and locked behind glass.

That did not make the theft consequence-free.

Morgan had already found another Mystery Machine token with a note from a previous looter, someone who had taken the goods and left the token behind like a calling card or apology. The reliquary was not only a shrine and not only a shop. It was a place other scavengers had reached before them, and the dungeon had remembered.

The party kept taking.

The room kept counting.