Sak-Bak was enjoying a little more respect; it was obvious something had happened and that made him a worthy shaman. Most forgot his past of lowly, unhonorable tasks. The power and position he now held caused his ego to swell and his grin to spread across his lips. Moreover, it was giving him delusions of grandeur... he had a title, a tribe, and a rather fetching headdress. All that was left...<br/><br/>He walked curtly toward the victorious girl, every part of the motion oozing confidence and done in a rather overly formal manner, as though he was acting the way he thought a tribal figurehead ought but in the process getting a bit too caught up in a dramatisation.<br/><br/>He stood before her,  tongue lashing over his lips hungrily. Time to claim the one thing that wasn't his; the only minor chink in his armour. Noone could turn on him except her, and his only defence was the knowledge that she needed him too. Still... best to keep her in line. And what better way than...<br/><br/>"Kneel, my warmblooded champion! Drop before your master and lavish thanks for the gifts of spiritual strength." He spoke in common, but enough lizards knew it to translate it and pass the words on. Soon there was a low, insistent series of hisses that filled the clearing; lizardman gossip. What was he planning, they asked.. surely not to...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>