The party falls silent at this for a moment, considering, then Damion grins. "Well... we don't have to actually BE lizardmen, do we? Just... look like them, right?" He strums a few bars on his guitar, and hums a few lyrics, and a few dancing lights appear before them. "You're not the only spellcaster, after all. So, what if Maura hides as something really small, in, say, my pocket,you and I disguise as lizardmen, and we haul Cerul in as a prisoner? We tie her up loosely, take her weapon, but nothing else... anything odd we have, we can pass off as stolen from the rest of her party, and if nothing else, I'm sure I can bluff my way past most of them. And, while I may not know their language... I have a spell that lets me speak it, and understand it." He grins, looking rather triumphant, having come up with what he's sure is a good solution.