Draelin grins as Nolwenn rushes over to look at the loot, proudly tapping the chief's chest when she asks about where it came from. "They were all locked up in there. Guess you're holding the old chief's robes of office, as it were. Good stuff, too - Red's been checking them out magically." His gaze moves over to the hand on the chest, and nods in that direction too. "I figure the box itself should be worth something too, if we can take it with us. Just look at those carvings - plenty of people out there who'd pay a decent sum for a chest from the locals of Chult with that kind of artwork. As for those jewelery boxes...I can have a look at them after we've had something to eat, I suppose. Clearing all this mud works up an appetite, so that's first priority."