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[color=598527]The lizardfolk shaman dropped down from the boulder she had been perched upon to eat, taking up her staff and contemplating which route to pursue for her hunt. To the West was a tunnel leading to the underground lake, a great opportunity for some fresh fish while equally risky should there be other, larger, creatures about. She could go North to the more established ruins of the dungeon with a higher probability for catching some rats and bats, maybe even a few larger rodents. 

Scaled lips curved in consideration as her yellow eyes looked to the Southern tunnel which wound deeper into the dungeon. She had yet to traverse that route very long, it twisted and turned and forked. While she trusted she could manage to find her way back home she did not trust that the undiscovered routes would be safe since she was now separated from her tribe. 

Deciding to take the route most familiar to her the 7-foot lizard woman made her way West down the tunnel than slightly South when the path divided. Lilry slung her staff over her shoulders to keep her limbs free and make her way down the rocks to the edge of the water. Her yellow eyes scanned the area for any larger predator before settling down and wrapping a length of thinly wound plant thread to the crooked end of her stave. After tying a dead insect to the end with a length of metal she had bent into a hook she tossed the line into the water and waited.[/color]