"There," the mousefolk whispers, ever-trembling paws wrapping the lizard in the warmth of the druid's cloak before lifting him. The mousefolk's words remain audible and comprehensible to the lizard as he speaks, quiet and calm but intent.<br/><br/>"...Neither of us needs this to be more difficult," he offers. "A group of mice came upon your allies in the passages beneath the city. Will you tell me what happened to them?"