"No, I guess I would not be able to frighten you even if I tried" she thought out loud. And looking down at her attire only confirmed that. All she was wearing were the tight fitting riding pants and the shirt-lookalike top that was tied before her chest. Just as she was about to continue she noticed one of the last awake large lizardman, actually one larger than most, only about a foot shorter than the chieftain, forcefully stride across the fireplace towards one of the huts. And actually he was not alone, firmly in his grip he dragged another lizardfolk behind him, a female judging by her flat loincloth and the bulges on her chest, and Janica thought she could see something like resignation on her face. And just like that they disappeared in one of the nearby huts, from which soon a mixture of shrieks and hisses emitted.<br/><br/>Finally detatching herself from that spectacle she again turned towards Alric II. He had also followed that unfolding scene, and was there some sort of longing in his dark black eyes? Or she was completely wrong. "So being a jailor is not a very ... prestigious position in your tribe? Not one where it is easy to make a good impression?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>