As the rotten wood falls away from the tree, you can see into the chamber beyond. Amber seeps from the walls, forming frozen streams of orange and gold that glow under the light of your torch. Your eyes are drawn to the far side of the room, where a vast river of the ancient sap once flowed from a great wound in the tree's inner layers. A dark figure looms inside the amber, frozen for centuries. One of the figure's limbs is outstretched toward you, and you spot a valuable item clasped in its prehistoric claws.
