"Money" came a voice from the tree above "with you mammals it's always money, that is shaped lumps of rare metal with an arbitary value decided by your peers and civilization" Arvess dug a his feet into the mud and water, standing up. Before them stood a tall strapping lizardman, blue-green scales dressed in white gold leather armor. "I took a break and wound up falling asleep out here." He smiled softly stretching "you ladies are heading for the Tomb right?" he looked down at the goup, he had a particular thing for human women, and his eyes wandered, but he kept his posture friendly, especally for potental employers.