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Message: <blockquote data-quote="DEFCON 1" data-source="post: 4018831" data-attributes="member: 7006">The journey back to Newthrone is long and tedious.  About a day out from the temple the group runs into a standard lizardfolk, and when he sees the spear in Aern's hands, he starts babbling excitedly.  Plans are made, and the group journeys a little out of their way to return the item to the tribe they had met on their way in.  The leaders of the tribe are very thankful, and as a gift to each of you they hand you a necklace that their adepts claim have protective enchantments against the elements.  (each necklace contains an Endure Elements spell castable once per day)Leaving the tribe, the return journey continues on for four more days through the jungle.  You meet no other lizardfolk tribes or scouting parties thankfully, and everyone's nerves relax on each subsequent day of no problems.However, on the last day's journey the group is about a half-mile outside the city walking one of the roads into the capitol when a human male steps out from the treeline.  He is fairly athletic-looking, wearing leather armor and holding a shortsword in his right hand.  As he walks toward you he raises his left hand in greeting, and the party also notices that out from the treeline behind him step six other thugs, all with crossbows in hand aimed in your direction and swords on their belts.  The man's greeting is really more of a sneer, and he stops about fifteen feet away the lead person in the line."Hello there travellers!  I see you have returned from your little jaunt!  Good news indeed!  I take it you were successful?  You have the Dragon's Eye?"His sneer widens into a self-satisfied grin.</blockquote>

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