Rogue's Retreat Wax Melts

You crash past the secret entrance to your own sanctuary and collapse in a heap on the ground; making it back to your hideaway was the only part of the plan that worked. Exhausted you hang up your lucky cloak and unstrap your well-worn leather bracers. You fall into your trusted hammock and unwrap from worn burlap the fist-sized gemstone that made this whole night worthwhile.