Martel caught the bag and grunted as he did so, pausing for a second to make sure it wasn't filled with body parts, rocks, or explosives, before tossing the bag to Khagar. "Your the strongest, you carry."<br/><br/>He paused at the sight of the lizardfolk, as the tribes he had known, two of them at his family's original nation, had had no exterior way of determining gender other than that the females were usually larger and meaner. That this one was feminine looking hinted, to him at least, that it wasn't an actual lizardfolk, but someone that had shapechanged into one. Likely someone that the they knew already and respected, but still. He ran beside one of the warriors, and glanced back at the shrieking lizardfolk. "What did you guys do to set them off? Raid the local legend's tomb or something?"