Brin still had hesitations about the idea of looting the town. Surely all of this belonged to the relatives of those who'd died? It was impossible to think that none of them had other family. This little hamlet had a small enough population and it was near enough to Fortmouth that he doubted it was as insular as the Bog towns. But no one else seemed to have any hang ups."Will this place even have anything worth taking?" asked Govannon. "Other than Sion's treasure.""Sion's treasure is all bound for him, but I'll let you keep what else you find here," said Cid."There was a public house, so at least we should find some wine," said Hedrek.Mal laughed and slapped Hedrek's armored shoulder. "It should go without saying..." He looked again at Hedrek, and noticed the big guy only looked confused about what was so funny. "No, perhaps it should be said. We won't eat or drink anything we find in this place. The curse has been lifted, but that doesn't undo any mischief it got up to in the meantime. The food that hasn't rotted will all be poisoned, and best leave the clothes alone, too, unless you find something worth paying a high level [Laundress] to fix them up.""So what should we be looking for?" asked Cid."Most everything else. For me, I'll take what I can of gold and jewels and leave the rest. Rocking chairs and wardrobes aren't worth the hassle," said Mal."Moonstone. That's what they mined here. I'll bet there's a cache of it," said Brin.Brych admitted finding a small piece clenched in a corpse's fist, but he was certain he could find more."It's very pungent," he said. "Stronger than copper, but not as much as pyrite."No one else could smell anything, but they trusted his nose. He led them to one of the caves where only a few feet down from the entrance, a false wall had been put in place. It was nothing but a patch of hardened mud on the stone, but Brych claimed he smelled moonstone behind (...)