Nashkel

The dagger is a dull-gold color, perhaps copper or one of its alloys. The blade looks ordinary enough, but what draws the eye is the hilt, which is a stylized scorpion. The pincers reach out just below the blade to form guards, and the stinger protrudes from the pommel to curl around where one's pinky finger would sit. Dieter can't tell if it's magical or not, but at the very least it's not iron; it might serve well as a backup weapon should his sword ever break.

Sheemish approaches and leans menacingly over the smug little dwarf.

You speak casually of dragons, dwarf. You really should not"

A section of Sheemish's armor retracts on its own and reveals a distinct mark along his collar bone and shoulder. A black jagged line of dragon scale surrounded by a thin layer of yellow of what looks like poisoned skin.

"Speak now dwarf, as you may not be able to after this conversation" Sheemish says with a hiss. He then adds in a voice that was no longer a request and whispers in the dwarfs ear in draconic "Now!"

Stella's magical investigation of the spider bag reveals little more than the party already knew.

- The contents are kept at a consistent temperature. Stella learns the command words to specify what that temperature should be: cool, moderate, and warm. Oddly enough, these commands are in Druidic.

- The contents are also protected from minor harm, such as being shaken around or squashed.

- Lastly, Stella learns that there is a spell of preservation on the bag. With more Druidic commands, the bag can be instructed to slow down the aging of the contents.

Putting these clues together, Stella is confident that the bag was used as a sort of timed trap. The bag kept the spider eggs in a kind of stasis, to hatch at a specific point in time.