He frowned as they fled to their boats, before shrugging. He turned back to the rowboat, and had Khagar toss her bag in, and frowned as he contemplated violence. The boat had been a tad tight with all four, with the loot, it was too small. Someone would have to swim. He frowned in indecision, and had just opened his mouth to order the women in, he would swim beside them, when he heard the leader scream. He whirled back around, and sized up the situation, before putting a lightning bolt into the gap between the lizardfolk and the raiders, and then stood with his hands behind his back. He did gesture for the women to head back, before slowly walking forward, doing everything he had learned from his previous dealings with lizardfolk raiders, and from his ultimate grandmother. He kept his gaze steady, his eyes half lidded to avoid blinking more than he absolutely had to, and moved forward with stately grace of a leader that wasn't in a particular hurry. He stopped maybe twenty feet from his rowboat, and waited for the lizardfolk to either accept his request to be diplomatic, or one would attack him, and he would put them down.<br/><br/>(diplomacy 38 = d20+21)