Kraegyn thought for a few moments before he added his voice to the conversation. Negotiating was not exactly part of his training as a paladin of Kord- he was trained to lead by action, and by strength of arms...
He hissed softly, clearing his throat. "I know not of what you know of the gods," he spoke, mostly to the lizardfolk. "But I serve Kord, the lord of strength and storms and battle, as one of his paladins, blessed with his divine strength. I would not lie, even to save my own life, for in that would be weakness of faith and of character. What these folk have told you is true. And in the service of the gods, the fell master that these so-called men, who are really little more than dogs, follow... Well, he must be faced, he must be fought, he must be vanquished."