In a makeshift shelter nestled in a corner of the outpost, a group of elderly lizardmen huddled in a circle, their expressions grave, engrossed in a discussion of great import.
The sole young lizardman among them, distinguished by a saffron hat, vehemently declared, "I swear, they tried to pin the blame on us for the incident last night."
He had been the one eavesdropping on the conversation in the hall, his youthful curiosity leading him to uncover unsettling truths.
A scholarly lizardman, clutching a book to his chest and adorned in scholarly robes, chimed in, "Why, though? I suspect there's a larger scheme at play here."
The young lizardman, brimming with anger, retorted, "Wise elder, I respect your wisdom, but aren't you being too cautious? Doesn't it seem clear that something nefarious is at play here?"
