You find yourself in Moa's camp. The old bird-woman watches your approach with a sly grin, unslinging her backpack and spreading some items of incredible beauty and rarity on the blankets before her.
"These were once the jewels of an empire, but for the last several centuries they've been gathering dust in the coffers of the goblin horde that toppled the throne. You wouldn't believe what I had to do to get my hands on them if I told you."
