Gratianus wakes up to find their watchman laying unconscious on the ground, blood caking the dwarf's hair and beard. Standing over him, Arzhel was battling sword to club against some kind of grey skinned reptilian humanoid wielding weapons and armor made of bone. And standing over them both, the Alchemist had suddenly grown to over ten feet tall.

OOC: You can get a turn now as well Gratianus.