*For those that sleep, the night is fairly uneventful, though some might hear the chanting of the lizardfolk as their mourn their dead. Elexia, your healing spells are welcome for the remaining wounded.*
*In the morning one of the adolescent lizardfolk, probably a young boy comes to your hut and gives you a large basket of berries, dried meat, fresh roots, and some nuts for breakfast. Whitefire will show up soon after you finish eating, looking slightly haunted.*
"I hope you slept well," she says, rubbing her hands over her eyes briefly. "I spent a great deal of time talking with the tribe. If you want to go after the dragon... this might be the day. The tribe is going after the kobolds in retribution for what they've done, which takes them out of the fight with Skord. If the dragon has any allies of the swamp, I might be able to fight with him for control, so you would only have to contend with him.
"I'm sure I don't have to warn you that this is going to be difficult, even deadly. But I know of no other way to stop his rampaging. I'm not strong enough to put him down by myself," she says, her face showing pain and regret. "I can lead you to his lair, but I can't be sure he'll be there, he's changed his patterns so much since he... went mad."