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"So, what is a band of swamp striders doing this far from the wetlands?"

The lizard man took a few pained breaths to steady himself. He shivered a bit, blood loss and the rain not doing a great deal to improve his health. "The humans," He winced a bit "grow weak. The dragon has wounded their warriors. We thought -urk- we thought too..." Sensing that the pain was making it more difficult to speak for the lizard man by the second, Bliston cut in. "You thought to reclaim some lost territory, and so you sent out this little band as a meanings of scouting what strength the human tribes still had."

The horned man had thought as much. With the dragon going about and trashing the various nations and holdings, it wouldn't be two difficult too believe that some would take this as a sign of weakness on the kingdoms part. Bliston had already heard rumors in the last year that some of the savage folk were growing bolder in their attacks.

"We, wanted to..." The lizard man wheezed and coughed a bit. "... break free f-from..." The lizard man wheezed. A hard and ragged breath escaped its throat as it struggled to intake air. Bliston simply stared down at the dying creature, his face impassive. "Do you want me to end your misery?" He asked with a lack of any readable emotion in his voice. The lizard man stopped his wheezing and looked up at the darkened sky to watch the rain fall down on his face from above. Then, with a grimace, he closed his eyes and nodded. Bliston made no sound. He simply reached out with both hands, one covering the lizardmans mouth and nostrils and the other wrapped around his throat, and quietly smothered the swamp strider.

A moment passed. And then Bliston stood up. Giving only one last look towards the cooling body of the lizard man, he returned to the rest of the party.

"If ye be wantin' ta keel me. Ya best do it nae."

"That will not be necessary, sir dwarf." Bliston took to leaning on one of the downed wagons in a resting position just a little bit away from the others. "It would be a bit of a waste for us to do so." Turning to Taethion, he asked "will they be well enough to travel soon? I would rather we all get out of this rain before one of us catches cold."