<strong>Somewhere on the Isle of Dra Sirdu: a small, smoke-filled room</strong><br/><br/>Small would, very much, be the right adjective to describe the place that she had been taken. Sitting up was possible, but brought her head surprisingly close to it's low ceiling. What light existed was provided by a small brazier made of dull reddish metal sitting in one corner. The brazier also explained the source of the smoke in the room as, aside from a door proportionately small to the rest of the room, it had no noticeable windows or other escape routes in its somewhat roughly hewn wooden walls. The smoke in question did not much taste like the harsh, bitter smoke that resulted from wood burning, and even had a mildly sweet smell (and flavor) to it.<br/><br/>Opposite her, the leader of the lizard troupe which had attacked her party (and apparently captured her) sat, eyeing her with unveiled suspicion and more than a little hostility. He was dressed in much the same manner as before: a wrap over the back of his head, his neck and his shoulders, and a few small, simple pieces of cloth connected with to cover his lower regions. The cut on his belly was still fairly enflamed, but someone had carefully stitched it shut and cleaned it of blood and grime. His sword rested across his lap and while neither of his clawed hands were wrapped around the hilt, one of them rested against his thigh just inches away from the leather-wrapped grip. While he was still not much bigger than her (and, indeed, possibly even a little smaller simply in terms of height), the room looked rather small on him, as well. Perhaps he was exceptionally large for his kind, and his unusual size explained his earlier courage in attacking them alone?<br/><br/>Despite everything else about the reptilian figure sitting before Lazerette, the most striking feature of his appearance was how easily he blended into the background. Aside from the wrap and loincloth, which were a dull grey that slightly distinguished them from the rest of the room, his skin was a hazy brown that blended near-perfectly, even in patterns and irregularities, with the smokey haze and wooden walls around it. He tilted his head at her quizzically as she pushed herself into a seated position, allowing her a small chance to offer some sort of ... something. While her weapons were quite clearly gone, she had been left with her clothing, so at least she could be sure that that wasn't the reason he was inspecting her. Probably.<br/><br/>"It is not often that we get thieves and murderer of your dress," he said eventually, voice somewhat sibilant and harsh but still quite understandable. Even its accusatory tone came across quite clearly through the other noises. "Do you have any explanations for your being here?"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Lazerette's "Host"</div><div class="spoiler_body">The lizard alpha is a fairly serious xenophobe, meaning that most positive social rolls will be fairly difficult. However, I wouldn't peg it above a Good/+3 to make a positive first impression on him (and/or extract a name from him), though actually persuading him of anything will be a bit more challenging.</div></div>