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Skullport. 

Aurix registered the name possibly more hostile than she was supposed to, her mind settling that the place would be openly filled with dangers. For a moment, the lizardfolk thought to herself before she rose from her seat after Esvelle had finished speaking and standing silent for a moment as she gazed at the human. With a huff, the reptile turned her back and walked off to gather information about the place they were going to, such preparations being key to survival as these tasks favored the prepared. Aurix was determined that she would survive and that would be her reasoning for leaving the table. 

After looking around, Aurix could not find anyone that seemed like a good source of information before she came across an old pirate, his skin old and tough showed that he had seen many horrors and experienced many things. No doubt that he would certainly know more than any of the other soft ones that occupied the bar. Her eyes focus on him as she moved towards the old man, her form finding it hard to navigate in the rather crowder tavern as she moved about with little grace or elegance. 

“Hello,” Aurix introduced herself, looking down on the old man before continuing, “Our group travels through maze to Skullport. Can you give knowledge for survival?”

The pirate turned to her, his wrinkled face forming into a bit of a mad smile, showing that his teeth had been replaced with iron fangs, earning a bit more respect from Aurix as this soft-one attempted to make up for what she had naturally. He let out a sort of wheezing sound, something that the lizardfolk could be a sound of amusement, before slamming his drink down and putting a hand on the tough skin of the lizardfolk. 

“Skullport is filled cannibal dragonborn! Warring tribes and such! They do sacrifices on non-dragonborn and creatures of shadow serve them!” the old man said, gracing Aurix with his knowledge as he pulled out a piece of pottery. “They use these in their rituals so that the shadows can take people away when they least expect it! Halflings and gnomes better be wary!”

Aurix’s eyes scanned the ground as she thought before she went to speak, “I th-”

“But gnomes swindle too much! They deserve it!” He interrupted before offering the piece of pottery to his knew scaled friend. 

“Your words carry much wisdom, old one. May you survive longer,” she said, proud to know of someone who was more lizardfolk than the other soft-skins. She took the pottery and looked back at the old timer who had already had his back as he downed more of his drink. 

“I wish ye luck in travels, lizard! Trust not the shadows or the dragonborn!”

Aurix could only nod in respect as she turned away to finally go get rest so that the tired would not bring her down. She would tell the others of what information she had found when they would descend into the maze as such valuable knowledge must be known.