Creep, Skrag, Creep!
Even as he announced the missing organs of the dead sailors, Zulkandar was arms deep in their bloody inner cavities, trying to check if there were any other body parts missing. "Very strange," he muttered out loud.
It was true Zul had often 'experimented' on his patients, a fascination with blood, bone and pain having been the reason he had been apprenticed into the healer's profession in the first place, a practice, along with other 'interests' he had taken morbidly too far until he had been driven out of his village.
"It seems we may have a sorcerer on board, or someone collecting body parts to sell to a sorcerer," he remarked to the others, not divulging how he knew about such things. "It is possible we were abducted for this very purpose as well, for the harvesting of our internal organs," the skinny man added in a tone intermingled with disgust, anger and even a faint bit of praise for some strange reason.
His attention was diverted then upon smelling the faint whiff of a stupefying odor, and his brow wrinkled as he tried to recognize it. As a precaution he moved back away from the opened box quickly, gesturing at Kovac, Alrik & Gnori to do likewise, as well as anyone else paying attention. No telling what foul gases could be let lose from their sealed captivity in the box in this foul place.
Int Check: 08