Bethany
Derry doesn't respond, he's too absorbed in cleaning his gloves. You huff once, then stomp off across the grove to where the fight happened. You grab a nearby twig and sit down on the grass, poking at one of the puddles of slime while you mope about Derry's ignorant insensitivity. You feel something solid amidst the goo, and you perk up a bit to see what it is. Probably just a rock. You say to yourself.
You lean over and grab the small, hard thing and pull it free of the muck. Its a rectangular, brown case thats quite thing, and more than two feet long. The parts of it you can see have a dull, polished sheen to them. You wonder how you could have missed it earlier while you walk back over to the stream. The slimes aren't exactly opaque, and you should've been able to see this thing clear as the clouds below. You wash it off carefully, wetting one sleeve and rubbing off the goo while you cradle it under your other arm. You finish getting the stuff off and dry it with your shirt, then set it down in the grass and look at it more closely.
The top of the case has a beautiful engraving set into it, a swirling pattern that sweeps across almost the entire surface of the case, and filled with speckled copper. You finger the lock, which is also layered in the decorative copper, but is more likely made of iron or steel. The hinges are reinforced, and the ouk wood that was used for the box itself seems quite sturdy. You don't think you could break into it even if you dropped a building on it. You lift the case again and set it down. Its fairly heavy as well. The contents don't feel loose, and the whole thing seems rather masculine to you, so you don't think there's jewels or treasure inside.
You go back and poke through the slimes again to see if there's anything else you missed, but you can't find anything. You sit back down next to the strange box and stare at it, running your hand over its rough surface.