After a night that Linda was thankful to spend in an actual bed. That stayed right where it was without rocking through the night. If not for that prophecy implying that going out through this jungle would allow her to have a real meal every now and then she's likely never even consider a trek through a jungle. Fortunately simple magic can keep her scales such clean.<br/><br/>But that doesn't make it any less unpleasant. Especially after the rain.<br/><br/>Then suddenly a Lizardman. A wounded Lizardman with friends. With a wound that doesn't take much of a stretch of logic to deduce the source of with the flow of conversation, both Common and Draconic. Which also leads to a startling unrelated realization. Which causes her to ask the others also not in the middle of talking to Krustach. "Do I sound that silly when I swap languages to give my guards orders?"