Dj'hân, a bit dusty from his foray below, rises up out of the trapdoor a few minutes later; his little flaming 'Dj'hân-o'-lantern' circling lazily around his head. He's followed a moment later by his tiny soil-colored dragon companion. A brief whirlwind and a downbeat of leathery wings carries both creatures up to a toy-strewn shelf at eye level with the grownups. "No problem down there; just four empty coffins with a few trinkets inside."
Pulling the liripoop off of his tiny disheveled head, Dj'hân withdraws four pouches, a brass ring made to look like entwined spider legs and a set of pan pipes made from bone to show his companions. "Seems like the blood-suckers aren't locals; all of their coins, some 300 gold and 15 silver, are from Ustalav. They also brought some of their home soil with em." The urchin pulls a handful of dusty soil from his cap, smiles impishly and blows it into a small cloud.
"Zallara says that the spider ring here can make its wearer jump up high and the bone pipes can make scary music to frighten anybody listening to it if you play em right." The urchin grins and kicks his dangling feet.