As she listens to the blue-scaled lizards, Alizome can't quite keep her face from falling. "Oh hells," in Common. "Blackscales are already there." She begins rubbing her nose, only half paying attention as the lizards freak out about Xarces' wings- she follows along, some sort of reverence for a Coat-all or some such nonsense, but in truth it's not the top thing on her mind. "Alright, let's start... healing them up. We gotta think. The asshole lizards we got warned about have turned the temple we're going to into their own personal encampment." More than that she doesn't say, given how this blue lizard doesn't much seem to care for the idea of treasure hunters. "We should tell our employer with the sending stone so he's aware, before we go any further."