In the dark depths of the mushroom caverns, a group of lizardmen was tied up and rendered unable to move.
"Var, it's about time we settle what we will do with them" The devout lizardman, Girusk, told Var who held a pensive expression.
Following the revelation that Ed was missing, the refugees were put on edge. As Var had the qualities of a leader, it made him a threat to the position of some other lizardmen.
Becoming the leader of the refugees was akin to becoming the owner of your own tribe. Who hadn't dreamt of such a future? However, W had poured cold water on them with his call for Bloody.
"It's weak!" Someone had called from within the crowd. Who exactly said those words were unknown but they entered the ears of the lizardmen like a sweet lullaby. The so-called deity was a small red blob instead of an expansive field of mushrooms. It should be a piece of cake!
