The night is quiet as they approach the village, the Reptilian’s fire still flickers, the lizard is still a inert lump. Presumably like many reptiles without the heat of the day it is only semi-aware.<br/><br/>Facing the fire is a pair of crude gates fastened together by piece of twisted vine. It is only a matter of seconds to undo it and to move the crude gates apart. They creak loudly as they swing apart and the trio move into the village proper.<br/><br/>Faces appear at doorways and then torches are lit and the womenfolk cluster at their doorways. Although no words are actually spoken to the party there is a hum of semi whispered conversation between the various clusters.<br/><br/>A old woman bent and wrinkled with age comes out of one of the huts and with the aid of a large stick moves towards the trio. Stopping she leans on the stick, “I am Marina, am not the head woman just the oldest and least likely to be missed if you kills me.”<br/><br/>She jerked her head towards the fire, “Guess you took care of the Reptilians, so what are you, mercenaries from the port?” She squinted at the trio, “Well guess you have not come for a bit of rape unless you them funny types of women. So that leaves only pillage and hard luck with that. Those bastards swept up everything of value when they took our men. Got some day old fish and that is about it.”<br/>