[center][h2]Aurix[/h2][/center]

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When the fat man landed on Achthend, spooking the horse and almost causing it to run into what may be assumed to be certain death, Aurix was less than metaphorically happy. In fact, the lizardfolk made an approximation of what emotion to use on the situation and decided that aggression would be the best course of action. Of course, even though she noticed the others attempted to calm the spooked horse, there was no calming something that only she could. 

The lizardfolk stompted over to the horse, grabbings its reigns and snapping her jaws like the predator she was before she stroked the horse’s snout. It took a few moments of the horse stomping its own feet, declaring that it disliked the fat man, before it finally obeyed the lizardfolk. It whinnied as Aurix patted his snout.

Then, her golden eyes looked over to the fool who had managed to fall onto her horse, summoning her blade, a longsword with a large glowing eye on its hilt, looking right at the cleric, as she pointed it to the cleric. “I will use your bones for daggers and your fat for torches if you do that again,” she snapped at the cleric, a loud and audible hiss coming from her maw before she turned away to tend to Achthend, noticining the bruising on his back. 

Aurix led the horse around the corner, awaiting for her comrades to lead the way.