"Me has never been da guard, me is a sneaking around da place one, but me has da guarding fing in da bag," he says excitedly, and, swinging his sack which any of you (except perhaps Nuxokog with his wings) could quite easily fit into, he puts his head and an arm in and starts pulling things out and dumping them on the ground beside him.
A small sack, it has something moving in it; a very large rock; another large rock; another small sack, though this one isn't moving; some random sort of fur (with legs and head still attached -- it looks like it may have been crushed by some large rocks) which Kr'lunk touches fondly to his cheek before putting it on the ground; a small keg of something; a prosthetic leg; a few weapons -- a light mace, a couple of daggers, half a dozen arrows; then suddenly, "Here is da one," he says proudly and pulls out a full face helm with plume attached (though a bent and broken plume), the helmet has a large dent in it -- a dent that looks like it may have been hit by something strong wielding a greatsword. It also has markings which match the gauntlet hanging from Kr'lunks waist.
"Da guarding one can wear dis fing, it helps protect da one from da bad fings," and with a slight grunt Kr'lunk opens the visor, the twisted metal squealing as he does. He hands the battered full face helmet to Jax, "Oh, and dis fing can go with da tin man hat," he adds, and, unties and hands the gauntlet to Cal (there are still a couple of fingers in there you think).
The "half-elf" looks proudly at the gifts he has bestowed on his guard duty friends and proceeds to put things back in his sack, a mewling sound comes from the moving sack as he puts it in last, on top of the precious furry "thing" before sealing up the opening of his sack and swinging it effortlessly back over his shoulder.