Tivyrne straightens and studies the monk's reaction, her now-empty hands outstretched at her sides.  She shakes her head, clearly upset over her error-- the reptilian men had been amazingly quick to fall, surprisingly.  "Yes, well...  That<i>incredibly unlikely</i>scenario is..." her mouth works at it for a moment before she finds the ability to speak the word, "<em>possibility</em>.  But their pets eat living, wounded human men, right?"<br/>Her whisper is much sharper now.  "Not an accident!  And that boy-- the<i>child</i>we found dead-- was left out there to rot.  Was there anyone looking for him?  No, because they weren't allowed to.  They just left him there with a piece of a spear in his body!" She rattles the blunt end of the spear for emphasis, then lets it fall to the carpet of low-lying island plants.<br/><br/>Careful to keep her voice from growing too loud, Tivyrne backs a step away.  "But you're right.  I fucked up."  Her voice starts to crack, but she rights it quickly.  "With these three gone, there should be an opening at their gate.  We must go back now before they find out the guards are missing."