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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Lichtenhart" data-source="post: 1846342" data-attributes="member: 761">With an agile feint you distract the thin lizardman at your left and cut his throat while he's down. As he gurgles in his yellow blood, you retreat in the mists.You try to avoid the incoming patrols, but soon you realize that running would make you too easy a target for their javelins, and there are too many of them to simply sneak past them.Time isn't on your side either, because the morning is slowly getting rid of the curtain of fog.Suddenly an hiss at your right tells you you've been discovered. You try to run, but a circle of spears closes quickly around you. You notice that there is more than a tribe of lizardfolk, an uncommon event, and that some of them wear the scars and the badges of honor of the most experienced warriors.There are about fifty of them and they're all smiling at you. Unfortunately, you know that lizardmen show their teeth when they're angry... or hungry. Either way, you recognize this circling motion they're doing around you as the ritual dance by which they honor a prey worthy of their respect before killing it."Call them." You hear again, this time more faintly.</blockquote>