<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br/>“Aye, I know a little about this Island, though not much. We are not the only ones here. This lizard was kept as a pet, though its masters are now dead. Natives by the way of reptilian humanoids. But there are humans here also.” Tavia pulled a face at the memory of meeting the women of the prison camp in the forest. ” Ugh, this place has no end of troubles and to get off this Island it looks like we may have to sort them out.” She started to tell camp at large about her findings. About the women she met in the camp and their troubles, repeating what the village elder had said to her.<br/><br/>“The village’s men folk have all been taken captive by a tall man carrying a staff and his dog faced humanoid minions and forced to excavate an old cave in a mountain to the north, why they don’t know. They were told that if they tried anything the men folk would suffer and they can only presume that the men were told the same.” She shook her head as she recalled the tale. “Now the village in the forest are friendly with the reptilian village that’s not too far from here. But when this man came, so too did the reptilians. He left them around the village as guards. This man and his men first came to the reptilian’s marsh and demanded workers. The chief of the village and his warriors refused and told them to leave. The man gestured and the chief and his warriors where engulfed with flame. Any that survived where cut down by the dog faced men. But Marina, the elder woman from the forest village, said it’s too dry for them up in the mountain so they die quickly. So the man came to her village and took the men.”<br/><br/>Tavia looked around the group and blushed; for she was sure she was rambling and making no sense. “If we help them then one of the men will guide us across the island to the port. Marina gave me directions to the reptilian village and to the mountain, but to get to Marina in the first place I had to kill the guards, hence the wounds I’ve received. This lizard was the guards pet.”<br/><br/>She looked towards what looked like a pile of old, ripped sails and rope near the river and gestured towards it with a nod of her head. “Wrapped in that old sail in the body of a small boy we found while searching the beach for survivors from the ship. He belongs to one of the women in the village. I promised I would return him to his mother as soon as it is safe to do so. A promise I will keep one way or another.”<br/><br/>She hangs her head in her hands and starts to cry, tears flowing fast and free from her eyes and her body racked with sobs. It was all too much for her.