After a while the lizards began shuffling from their huts to go about their businesses; eating, talking and training. The life of a warband. There was no sign of chakka or sak-bak for a while, leaving her to watch and wonder.<br/><br/>The tribe was busy when sak-bak slithered into the central clearing, which currently played host to at least half of the tribe; a hundred or more lizards, mostly warriors but an elder, too, and a handful of smaller, sak-bak styled creatures.<br/><br/>The jailor threw his arms high and shouted in a rather impressively loud bellow. It was in their own tongue, but translated: "Warriors of the Tiger Stripe clan hear me! I have been visited by the spirits of this place! They have bestowed upon me great powers!"<br/><br/>There were snorts and jeers; it fuelled his hunger to prove them wrong. "I can control this human; imbue her with powers and use her for war!"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>