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Captain Krysaos gave Stickyfingers a nod. 

"Open 'em up, boys." Stickyfingers waved to the other Looter Boys, "Let's show da Cap'n da gifts we'z borrowin'."

Most of the bags were bloody and sticky, and some still a bit wriggly. They were filled with skinned crocodilian hides to leather up later... fattened leeches that'd make tasty snacks... and a great deal of big, fist-sized, clear-shelled eggs that weren't going to be born anytime soon. 

Or at all, really. 

"What the HELLS are those?!" Krysaos pointed. 

"They're... eggs," Imperia grimaced. 

Krysaos gestured to Stickyfingers. The Captain didn't say anything besides-- he just knew which of the Boys had all the answers. The Captain was real smart-- smarter than even Bob. It's why he was the Captain. 

"We'z followed da villagers, "Stickyingers explained. "Dey'z was doin' sum sort'a ritual. So we... grabbed everyfing while dey'z was lookin' de uvver way."