[center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/604843275974737940/803679539023708170/lilry_band.png[/img][/center]
[hr]

[color=598527]Lilry perched on one of the large rocks that made up the boarder of her nest, the gathering of foliage and torn lengths of cloth scavaged off fallen adventurers providing the lizardfolk a modicum of comfort in the dark and damp surroundings. The darkness was all she had ever know, born and raised among the twisting tunnels of the Warrens. Not long ago there were others of her tribe to spend her time among and travel alongside, now they had all been scattered apart or outright killed by the surface races. 

She had traveled deep into the caverns, or as deep as she had ever traveled before. It was difficult to know for sure just how far she had gone since the last encounter. Seeing the last two of her own travelling companions taken down a group of four pale skinned explorers, Lilry had darted away from her own impending doom. Knowledge of her route and her innate ability to mold the earthern walls around her had kept the lizardfolk from being tracked down.

With a huff of breath, she looked over what little stores she had for food. Mushrooms, cavern plants, and the last few scraps of rat-meat. She would have to go hunting again soon or travel down the two paths to the West that lead to the underground lake. Considering her options, she munched away at the remainder of her food to quiet the grumbling hunger in her gut.[/color]