"There. It's trying to fuck with my head. Might also have more traps."

Garrus tries to look where she's pointing. "I... don't see anything... but now that you mention it, I definitely don't want to look at something over there, which is a terrible sign."

Deekin comes over and looks at the spot curiously. "Deekin not feeling compulsion... dug-up dirt be pretty suspicious, though, Deekin admit."

"I can mage hand the dirt out from a ways back maybe?"

"I think that might be our best bet."

Garrus puts some distance between himself and the completely uninteresting patch of dirt.

She does too. "Mage Hand." Dig dig.

Once she's gone down about three feet, something shiny comes out with the next pound of dirt. It's a black sapphire the size of a human eyeball, Abyssal runes etched into each facet and filled with gold.

"Well, it's very aesthetic but it's got to go. Anybody got a better idea than shatter? I didn't prep it but I can ring it."

Lavoera shakes her head. "I could probably sunder it with my blade, but I worry it might have a contingent spell woven into the enchantments."

"Mm-hm." She stands well back and casts shatter.

The gem shatters, releasing a blast of blood-red flame. There's an otherworldly scream that fades into nothing.

"Great," Garrus says enthusiastically. "Now, who's up for digging through piles of gold looking for useful magic items? Because I know I am."

Lavoera shakes her head. "I have no need of mortal riches - unless you need my help, I should find the rebel encampment and continue my mission."

"Cool, more treasure for us," Garrus mutters.

"Everybody who got hit healed up while I wasn't looking?"

"I healed myself while I was in Vix'thra's gullet," Jojo says. "I've felt better, but I'm not in any danger."

"Then yeah, I think you're set to go, Lavoera, 'preciate the help."

"I thank you for allowing me to help destroy such a great evil."

She flies out of the cavern, towards the entrance of the temple.

Jojo, having mostly cleaned himself off, comes over to behold the treasure pile. "Are we taking all of this gold?"

"Do you have another suggestion?"

"We could give some of it to the denizens of Drearing's Deep. They've lived under the claw of the dracolich for a long time."

Garrus grunts, sifting through coins and gemstones looking for magic items. "Feel free to make charitable donations with your share. I have expenses."

"I'm not sure to what extent their remaining problem is liquidity."

Jojo sighs. "You're probably right... I'm still going to give them some gold, in case it helps. There's a lot of gold here."

He scoops some gold into a pouch.

Deekin joins Garrus in looking through the treasure.

They find a Belt of Physical Perfection, which Jojo and Garrus have a brief but intense staring contest over before Garrus reluctantly admits that he already has one of a lower tier. They also find a quiver that generates arrows of holy light, which delights Garrus enough that he stops sulking about the belt, a Ring of Freedom, which Jojo lays claim to immediately, and a Ring of Telekinesis.

"Deekin like telekinesis, if nobody else want. Great utility value."

"I'm full up on rings, enjoy. Teekay's great."

Deekin slips the ring onto his finger and starts shifting treasure into the Bag of Holding with an invisible hand. This speeds up the process immensely, and soon enough they're ready to leave the temple.

Off to determine if the problem with the villagers is liquidity.

Cordigan is waiting for them outside the temple, looking anxious. When he sees them exit, he lights up. "You've slain the priests?"