He snarled at the dead leader, before landing on the leader's corpse and roaring loudly in triumph before speaking in draconic. "This tribe is now mine by right of conquest! All lizardfolk, gather together near the bonfire. You may defend yourselves, but if you attack I will have you beside your former chieftain."<br/><br/>Devaguea turned to his own troops, keeping one eye out for the will-o-wisp as he spoke in common, pausing long enough to pass Ska'bas-matet a basic healing potion, which was all he had. "Companions, move to the gate and standby there while I deal with the survivors. Please don't attack anyone. Korima, you can stop hiding now!"<br/><br/>Once he got the lizardfolk organized, and his own people away from them, he finished pulling off the chieftain's headdress, and put the silly thing on before stalking over to the gathered lizardfolk and speaking in draconic. "Are their any lorekeepers, story tellers, or any other such types here? And where was that screaming we heard coming from?"