23 of Last Seed
All in all a strange day. A WILD day, no less. A bad day, perhaps.
I made it to the egg mine by mid-morning, and the same two miners I had chatted with twice prior were outside the entrance again. They must have some sort of different duties than the others to be outside so consistently. Both are kind, named Dinok and Findulain. They knew the poachers, Sevilo and Daynila - said they used to work there and that they are 'very bad people,' the bosmer nodding in agreement, parroting his friend, adding that they hadn't seen them in quite some time though.
I suspect now that they knew how this would turn out.
I entered the mine, and spoke with the miners that had time to talk. They all knew them; they all disliked them. Just about the only friendly miner humored my curiosity and answered my questions about the Kwama:
Kwama eggs are notable for their egg sacs: the egg itself is covered in a membrane laced with what look like blood vessels, and the eggs are nested one by one in a mound of tubes of the same. "Keeps 'em warm," so says the miner. They must be some sort of ovate placenta that duplicates the function of the