Well, that made this ordeal a lot easier. Trudging over to where the rest of the group was, he approached the lizardman as it announced its status as "a sssslayer of great beastssss", lamenting the lack of flesh on the creature.

'And yet nonetheless, it is dead,' he announced with great aplomb and a raised finger. 'I applaud your effort, good sir- am I correct in pronouncing you a sir? I apologise if I am incorrect, I rarely have the opportunity to meet individuals of your evident esteem.' That is, probably a local legend at most. And since he'd never really met any such individuals personally, he wasn't technically lying. 'Regardless,' he continued jovially, 'you have performed a deed which, doubtless, few could live up to, and one you succeed in regularly from the sounds of it! If it were in any way achievable, I am sure your assistance would be of great help to our small-yet-tight-knit band of adventurers; but alas, I am also quite sure you shall in the future be occupied with more pressing concerns than our own...' This was, in theory, the bait: tempt the Lizardman into curiosity, then through persuasiveness and charisma acquire its trust, and from there an in to the maps held by the Lizardmen of the local area. Whether it would work on a beast of this sort was debatable, but nonetheless, there was no harm in trying, surely?

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