Left at Mur, the Isle of the Kuo-Toa, with separate letters handed out around Lower Sanctuary's hold outs. The writing is bold, and heavy, yet filled with well crafted lettering. Bitch, You have something that is mine. The city has fallen to me and my allies. I have torn the Spellguard Tower apart looking for my egg, and I will tear apart any redoubt where you may lair to get it back. The blood pounds in my veins when I think what I will do to you if I must go out and hunt you down. You cannot stand against my fury. Give it back, and you will be allowed to keep your other ill gotten spoils. Spoils you took after cowering through an entire battle, fearful of even a single hit from my axe.

Bring back the egg. Bring back the egg or you will be left behind when the Exodus comes. Bring back the egg, or be left alone in the underdark. Alone until I come for you. You can take sanctuary with us, or you may cower, bored, and alone, waiting for my coming. The choice is yours. Come to the walls and ask any man of the rebellion for parlay, and regain your place in this city. Give me back my egg, else me and all my allies are coming to take it.

~~ Zirkin