"She's not a liability!", Lia says stamping a foot.

"The undead can't stand the light, we could have used her to drive them off, or chop them down if they insisted on attacking!"

Stena's face hardens.

"It will draw everything down here and blinds half of the party Lia. Ye would be putting everyone at risk with it."

She looks up at the glowy eyed idiot,

"That what ye want?"

Kolose blinks a few times as he hunches over the little, unamused creature that suddenly appeared. He almost instinctively casts comprehend languages- Stopping himself only moments short of causing yet another sort of magical disturbance. What kind of creature is this, even..?

5

Galngal is too distracted by the invisible field hiding the chest to notice the argument over the sword. He tries lifting the chest and tilting it in its side to shake anything inside out. If that doesn’t work, he trusts to his luck so far and puts his hand inside to feel around.

It's heavy, which the texture feels like stone, but is liftable, the shimmering plane seemingly unaffected by the position of the chest. His hands encounter what feels like coins, though he's unable to hear them clinking against one another, and shifting his hands around further, he feels something that feels about fist sized, carved with a stoppered neck on one side.

Galingal pulls everything he finds out of the chest.

The fist sized vessel turns out to be bottle of cut crystalline glass, an opalescent milky color, with an ornate fitted stopper. It feels empty.

The coin-like objects to turn out to be coins, as Galingal pulls out fistfuls of silver and gold, there are even a few gems in there. After the first few handfuls confirm, he roots his hands around.... there are probably multiple thousands of coins in there, and so far he's seen nary a copper. Thousands of coins, and even though there is more silver than gold, the total value must be hundreds worth of gold, on top of the gems and whatever one can get for that crystal bottle.

((Is Galingal just piling the coins on the floor? Taking time to count/divvy them up among the party and NPCs?))

The term 'modron' springs to Kolose's mind, but he's not quite sure of the larger context for that name, though he gets a sense that it is a creature of order and tidiness. As he ponders on it, the creature vanishes mid sweeping.

Lia pouts a bit and seems to be conferring with the sword. 

"Poor Fargas won't need my light any more, I can put her in a bag or something with a glowing pebble to keep her company, she won't be any trouble, and if we need her, she can help smite creatures of evil and darkness!"

((How heavy was the invisible chest? They could take it with them, but then always run the risk of just losing it - they can probably use a short rest now after that fight so Galingal could do some counting as well.))

"I think money problems are over, but how carry it all?" Galingal says. 

With some time, he'd take a closer look at the vial/potion, as well as the necklace with the red gems/beads, to see if he can figure out what they are (Arcana/Investigation: 17  ) but also showing them to the others in case they have any ideas too.

The chest seems to weigh about 50 lbs, which it still seems to weigh even after Galingal has removed a goodly amount of coins. He suspects that in addition to the invisible-ness, it also has some manner or weight reduction enchantment... though may make up for that by being cumbersome.

The vial is indeed empty, but it has something etched around the neck of the bottle. He gets the sense that it does contain some magical properties, perhaps the the word he's unable to read gives some clue to its function.

The seven red gems of the necklace are warm to the touch, something he didn't note in his hurry earlier, and examining them closer, they seem to flicker with an inner fire.

Petmailer says “We can each help to carry some, but there is no way we can lug around that chest.”  He starts to put an equal share of the coin in his pack, stopping when it is halfway full.  “Where to now?”

“Can anyone read this?” Galingal asks the others, showing them the etching on the bottle. 

He then starts dolling out coins to everyone.

((An even split by value puts 185 gold and 2 silver in the pockets of 6 people, one gets 139 gold and 462 silver, and two get paid out entirely in 1852 silver, and there are 8 silver remaining.))

 ((An even split by weight, everyone has ~12 lbs of coinage. 138 gold and 464 silver each, with a remainder of 7 gold and 2 silver.))

((This world needs debit cards - voting for split by weight with an extra gold to each of the party members (Galingal can just palm those when he's doling out the coins))

Stena is largely indifferent but does slightly prefer the weight split.

She'll look at the bottle to see if she can discern anything.

Arcana? 3

To the Drow she says,

"Grackelstaght or whatever it's called."

Jimjar, with gold in hand for the first time in a while, pays back some debts and collects some debts, mostly with Neth. The two goblins, upon receiving a cut that makes their daily fee pale in comparison are extra helpful and ready to assist in anything needed.

Yuk Yuk scratches at the gold plating of the sarcophagus. "Think this comes off?"

The bottle is gaudy trash as far as Stena can tell. The sort of thing that old folks buy and let clutter up their homes until they die and pass it down to their kids to sell to other old folks.

Galingal takes the bottle back from Stena and shows it to the old wizard, then the others. "What about you? Can read?"

Stena, having completely lost interest in the empty bottle, turns to Yuk Yuk and his scraping.

"Everything comes off with enough force. We aren't leaving anything of value here."

The goblin grins and tucks in with a vengeance, managing to get a blade under the gilding, and levering of small sheets of gold that he wads into little balls.

Spiderbait, tentatively at first, but them with more gusto, thoroughly riffles the remains within, turning up nothing that Galingal and Petmailer missed.

((I know Stena had a couple of bets with Jimjar, but neither Rod nor I can recall the exact amount. You satisfied with her getting an additional 6+5 gold from his cut? LMK if you had a bet with Jimjar that he owed you on. If you don't recall the exact particulars, that's fine.))

“Grackelstaght?  What have you got there?”  Petmailer takes the bottle for a moment to read it, then gives it back, pondering, searching through the back of his mind as he loads his share of the coin into his pack, distributing the weight.  “Hmmm.  Should we get out of here and rest up a bit?  Jimjar is it?  How about that for a load of coins?”  

Arcana : 11