Shortfang shrugged. "Dunno! Eggs look all same to Shortfang, but this egg very hard. Still warm too, means dragon inside alive. Not Black Dragon, color off. Blue orange... Not sure what kinda dragon, but it's dragon egg!" Shortfang seemed very eager to have this. Pylia looked at it with a more worried expression. "To think, if we didn't take on these trogs earlier, they might've had a dragon on their side. A baby dragon perhaps but... That's likely why the trogs were planning on killing so many kobolds. To feed this one dragon..." Shortfang turned towards Pylia with an angry look. "Not all dragons bad! Good dragons, bad dragons, like good humies or bad humies! Lots of them! Well, not a lot of dragons. But not all bad." Shortfang tried to pick up the egg but it was far too heavy for him. Seemed like Buddy's strength would be needed here again.

Speaking of Buddy, he seemed to have found some items of interest. A large brown bag that was hanging off a rack, which had a few items in them. Curiously enough when Buddy reached into them, it seemed like it had the same sort of extra-dimensional effect as your handy Havardsack, only this bag was much bigger. He pulled out what looked like another healing potion as well as a scroll and four arrows. They seemed to have a dull glow to them. "Ah, magic arrows? I wonder who these belonged to." Pylia commented. Meanwhile Shor had gathered up the books, scrolls, and other evidence into his own bag. "With Red Stain gone, the trogs will have no leader to rally around. I doubt we'll be able to fully rid these sewers of them, but at least now they won't be organized enough to be a threat for the city. Let's head back to the others and report of our victory! Hopefully we can help the kobolds resettle into Dragon's Watch, and with this new fortress they ought to be able to fend off any further threats that come through their tunnels."