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[color=598527]Lilry's fishing had been successful on the far side of the lake. While stringing up the four small fish she had been able to acquire, a movement across the way caught her gaze. Head tilted as she crouched down into the rocks and watched. A goblin this far out, and alone?

She should have left it alone, but it wandered into the old bath halls. She'd always been told not to go there, the lizardmen tribe there was large and aggressive. Still, curiosity always got the better of her. She skittered along the rocks with skillful ease to acquire a better vantage point. The lake was too dangerous to swim across, no one really knew what sort of creatures the dark water hid.

The goblin disappeared from sight and into one of the short tunnels towards the bath house, whatever that meant. She frowned, dropping back to sit on a rock with her clawed feet dangling off the side of her spot. She wondered what the goblin would encounter in there. Was the other Lizardfolk tribe really so much larger than her own had once been? To have survived so long as a tribe they surely had to be stronger.[/color]