Navek presses on in getting the sleds affixed to the gathered horses. Namely the draft ones that he and Mo rode in on, as they were the most fit for the job. "We'll be out in a jiffy, Miss Lorarila."He pauses to look up at the gatehouse. "Judging by the lack of hollaring, Mr. Thimbol has stumbled on something, interesting, and is just try'na get that all sorted out." He goes back to focusing on the work. "As good as that Bag of Holding is, they do have a, uhm, a healthy, limitation compared to their cousins. Either way, it shouldn't take no more than a few more minutes at most before their both down here."
As sayre approaches the first chest. It appears to be pretty battered. it is a wooden chest with bands of metal covering the corners. Much of the wooden portions are singed and some of the metal portions are dented. the chest is not locked and not trapped.
(IT EXPLODES AND THE BUILDING COLLAPSES ON TO THOSE OUTSIDE AND EVERYONE DIES)
As Sayre opens the chest, she finds it full of small trinkets and oddities that the troll had apparently collected from its victims over the years. It is full of rings, necklaces, pipes, small knives, vials of liquid of different colors, insignias, and gems.... basically anything that might be shiny or "neat" to the troll seems to have been stuffed into this chest.
(about 500gp worth of "stuff" is what you would guess is inside if you find anyone that wants it...)