It was a fine harness and reins. The leather was soft and well tooled. The bit was so shiney one thought it could be silver. It looked like no bit and bridle that he had ever seen. Yet, it seemed familiar, like he had heard stories about this before.
"There is something about the outside of a horse…that is good for the inside of a man."
Under the sewers of a large town ancient burial chambers are discovered. If the PCs investigate they fill find that a pale white flowers grows amongst the graves, in the dark.
How do they survive without light? What is their origin? Why in a burial chamber and not just in any old cave?
Can they be sold or do they have any special quality at all? It is up to the PCs to discover.