The chieftain smiled as much as his face could allow; after all, reptiles do not have the same facial structure as most humanoids. He gave Sbatarra a good clap on the shoulder, and replied, "Vinxa. Ios dout letoclo, yth ornla shio qe loex."<br/><br/>He then ordered all of the other lizardmen to take hold of the dead dragon turtle, and drag it completely ashore. When it was just that, the reptilian men began to hack and pry at the shell of the beast, eventually managing to crack it and open it enough to let a person crawl inside. With another series of hacks and cuts, the chieftain emerged from the shell with blood all over him and a heart that was bigger than a man's head; it was still beating softly in his clawed hands. He placed it on the hard shell of the turtle like it was some kind of chopping block, and with his sword, cut it into six roughly even pieces, each one nearly half a pound. All of the others took their piece eagerly, but waited for their leader, who offered the warm and bloody piece of meat to the drow, looking at her expectantly.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>