Hrimr's summonded wolf dissapears and the rest of the minions are bound though still snoring soundly. Lowduke's vision returns within a minute, but he is well into being tied at that point. He sits against a crate along with his companion wolf who lays at his feet, continuing to obey the heel order.
In a gravely voice, Lowduke speaks: "The egg you seek is in the centre of the warehouse, in a nest of fresh hay. Two braziers keep the egg warm. Do not mind yourself with the cages of animals you may find back there as well, they are wild and will most likely attack you upon release. My possessions are yours to keep by right of victory. My blade is well made if particular in design, but my armor was crafted from the chitinous husk of an Ankheg I tracked and slew some years ago. Strong as steel but completely natural." He coughs as some of the saw dust kicked up in the fight tickles his throat. "I had the armor magically invested so it should fetch a fine price. You will also find, inside my chambers, my cache of savings and earnings, along with my collected hunting trophies and weapons from over the years. They are yours to take. I offer you these things in exchange for my life and the life of my wolf companion Ghar. I care not what you do to the lives or possessions of those in my employ."
Lars, the egg is exactly where Lowduke claimed it would be. It sits in a thick nest of fresh hay and coal braziers make the area very warm. Wolves and what looks like a monitor lizard sit in locked iron cages, watching you impassively. The egg iself is alabaster white, flecked with veins of emerald green. It is the size of your torso and likely weighs over a hundred pounds.
Inside Lowduke's chambers, which are inside the old warehouse office near the front door, you find a regular wooden bed and a three wooden chests with their lids open. One is clearly filled with clothing and the other with foodstuffs and bottles of wine. The glimmer of gold in the third one indicates valuables. Spread out across the floor is a gorgeous golden pelt of a lion from the southern lands. Hanging on the wall are a number of weapons and trophies which include: the bronzed skull of a Dire Wolf, the gold capped horn of some unknown beast, an extremely well made and fine looking light crossbow and a beautiful longspear with three long jet-black raven's feathers fastened where the steel blade meets the wooden shaft.
Lars, your sword is nowhere to be found.
