Guns for Butter (Or Eggs)
The trees seem to sway as you look around at the destruction of the clearing made by Dr. Marlen's digger, and the ground shakes heavily as something seems to be approaching. Finally, the head of some creature you've not seen in your lifetimes seems to pop up above the trees, an Edeinos atop it, some manner of harness in the beast's mouth, as the lizard man looks out over you all and seems to smile, though it seems more predatory than joyful, then looks back towards the ground behind him and says something loudly and with some amount of happiness.
You might think, Jack, that the beast before you would be a Brontosaurus, but moments after thinking that, you are able to determine just how wrong you are. The body that emerges from the trees seems to be more like a huge, hairy disk of flesh, with a hump rising in the middle of his half-football-field length body, stumpy legs from beneath that appear to be enormously powerful, indeed.
Were it not for the twelve lizard-men, including the 'driver', dismounting from this ground beast of the jungle, with its verdant greens, as if tall grass were growing from its back and the heavy blood-red of the claws and lower legs of the beast, and the blue rings around its neck, you might take your time to gain the confidence of this massive thing and then discover it with all of your Archaeological skills.
Elinore, as you are watching these Edeinos dismount from this frighteningly massive beast, which you've not seen in all your time in the Living Land, you notice one of them happens to be carrying, very loosely, your IDF assigned Adaptive Combat Rifle. Unfortunately, from what you can see of it, the weapon is the worst for wear, seemingly with mud in the barrel and wrapped tightly in vines around much of the upper receiver.
For all of you, it would appear that the Edeinos, in the numbers they have, and with the Bor Aka they've brought with them, the massive creature which looks gentle, but could be as rabid as a Doberman Pinscher or Pit Bull given the proper impetus, you might think twice about fighting.
The group of Edeinos approaches your group, some sort of leader -better decorated than his fellow warriors-, approaches more closely, not looking at any one of you in particular, opens a large bag that looks suspiciously like some manner of scrotum, laced at the top with a thick leather band, takes out a Faberge Egg -http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Faberg%C3%A9_egg ; a 1912 Czarevich for any who are seeking to see what it looks like- and holds it up high in both hands, like some sort of prize. The Edeinos around the leader all seem to drop to their elbows and knees and begin a practice of worship, gesticulating and rolling around like this thing is their god, until the leader yells at them, beating some of them, drawing blood on some, and telling them to get up.
A Human female, not yet seen by any of you, seems to emerge, now, from within the crowd and, being obsequious to the leader waits for him to hit her across the back with his Hrockt club, drawing blood there, as well, before she speaks. She looks none of you in the eyes, but speaks boldly and plainly, in English,
"The egg for the guns is what our High Lord Baruk Kaah has sent us to trade. You may demonstrate one of these dead things to my lord," she gestures to the leader here and continues, "and then we will conclude our trade and leave."