I was still staring blankly at the luggage in front of me when I heard the scuff of boots on the cargo hold's metal flooring.
"Tua Miasha?" Jamal's voice came soft and low behind me.
"Are we going to be taking it all?" He asked curiously, looking at the open suitcase on the ground before us.
I looked at him closely, even though he showed a bit of maturity since the birth of his child, he still had a level of childish curiosity about him that may take a few more years for him to grow out of.
I reached out and patted him on the shoulder.
"We'll take what we can," I said. "But we are going to need more hands to do this. We can't carry much on our own."
I turned and walked over to the opening where quite a few others were standing and waiting.
"Five of you need to return to the settlement. Tell the Chief what we found. We'll need additional warriors and mounts if we want to haul this back."
