The lizard man ignores your words as he takes a step closer, towering over your stooped form until he bends down to place a damp hand on the bare skin of your lower back. His palm is reminiscent of a feline pawn with the skin made soft from wallowing in the water for extended periods of time. This is contrasted by the tense feeling concentrated into the minute areas of your skin directly under his three claws.<br/>He lowers his snout, still too long to look at he instead turns it to be parallel to your head, towards the cavern wall, the edge of the lake in his peripheral vision. “They promised me everything. I was to guard the shrine, and I in return I received good food, wine, women and long life. But my food and wine ran out. My harems were not immortal, so they died. Even my own immortality came with and price, and now all I have left is this lake, full of useless gold. But my pet has brought you to me,”