The lizardfolk shaman has been called to the Vendigroth City at the behest of the witchking. She was not given any details pertaining to the nature of this secretive meeting but whatever it was, the witchking decided that it is best that this remains out of the public knowledge. Each time Sithera walks in through the dark brooding hallway, brightened up only by the strange hue of violet lights surrounding the tower itself, she couldn't stopped being amazed at the engineering feats of these Vassalothians but still she prefers to stay deep in the marshland where she and her people belongs, after all, someone should keep the lizardfolks in line and their loyalty to the Vassaloth alliance in check. Currently, there aren't too many attendants in the tower, which is a good thing, since the last time she and her people walked through this hall they were greeted with suspiciously glare and terrified stares.<br/><br/>The lizardfolks delegations are a group of ten, 8 feet tall lizardfolks adorned with the barest leather harness and armed with massive stone mace hanging over by their back. Leading the lizardfolk delegation are two distinguishing figures, Sithera as the head of the lizardfolk's delegation and her personal bodyguard, a giant of a lizardlling, who towers over the others with a staggering height of nearly nine feet tall. Unlike the others, this giant lizardling is adorned with ceremonial leather harness with intricate markings all over it and armed with a spear. The bodyguard follows her around faithfully trusting completely in his mistress as they make their way to the center of of the hall.<br/><br/>The moment she stepped onto a round slab at the center of the hall, the lizardfolk delegation were greeted with a surprise when the slab suddenly floats vertically above. It moves rather slowly and there are no railings to prevent anyone from falling to their death, yet it is large enough for twenty people on it and is the only means of transportation to the upper levels in the tower. As soon as they reached the top floor of the tower, the shaman led the lizardfolk delegation into a familiar sight to her, the throne room of the witchking.<br/><br/>The witchking was seen near the east side wall overlooking the large map of the charted territories. His cold calculative demeanor, the same as always as he paces back and forth between the map and the table located a few feet away from the wall.<strong>"Lord Ssseraphicussss,....you wished for my presssencesss?"</strong>, she spoke making note of her arrival to the witchking, Seraphicus quickly turns around and pulled down his hood, revealing a rather handsome and fair looking shadow elf underneath. His cold violet eyes stares on to each of the lizardfolk warriors before turning to the shaman.<br/><br/><strong>"Come here for a moment Sithera, I wished to share something with you"</strong>, he spoke, and at the behest of the witchking she complied and walked to the table where the witchking awaits, on the other hand, she signals for the rest of her warriors to not follow her as this seems to be a delicate and sensitive matter best discuss between leaders of the nation. The lizardfolk shaman now stood near the witchking and as expected of any lizardling, even females, she stood strong and prideful even in the presence of their great ruler. Seraphicus wastes no time with the formalities and points his finger to the map, precisely to the barren lands south of Tovlok.<br/><br/><strong>"Do you know what's there, Sithera?",</strong>he asked her and the lizard shaman shook her head immediately, after all her people had not dared to explore that far before.<strong>"An opportunity, the wastelands had never been forgiving and yet we thrive, we thrive at the most unlikeliest of places because we found the resources needed to survive and prospered..."</strong>.<br/><br/><strong>"But mylord,...that land issss...nothing more than a wassssteland..."</strong>, she interrupted him, fortunately the witchking is not someone to take offense at such a small transgression,<strong>"...we cannot...thrive there"</strong>.<br/><br/>The witchking smiles in content, what appears in the others eyes as nothing more than a barren patch of wasteland is no less than an opportunity for his kingdom,<strong>"...and yet there was once a kingdom that thrived there as much as we do, this kingdom built upon a wasteland and if that land had once supported life it could do so again, perhaps there's a hidden secret of that kingdom's survival lies deep within its ruins"</strong>. Sithera made a grunting noise equal to a sigh for any of the warmblooded races but then again this witchking had made some tough yet wise decision in the past so she thought that she might as well trust him this once.<strong>"There are secrets that lies deep in the ruins of Flaegra and I want you to find out what it is and bring it back for the glory of our nation, and also see if the land of Flaegra is still useful for supporting another settlement"</strong>, the witchking turns away from the map and back to his throne where he sat there, cold and content with his decision.<br/><br/>The lizardfolk shaman did not wished to argue and if it does turns out that there's something beneficial in the ruins then all the better since it would benefit her people and further strengthened the alliance with the Vassalothians. She took a slight bow and then turns her back as she walks out of the throne room, escorted by her warriors.<br/><br/><hr/>Two days later...<br/><br/>At the behest of the witchking, the lizardfolks set out for a mission deep into the ruins of Flaegra. Sithera went back southeast to the marshlands and muster up a small army of two hundred lizardfolks and set out immediately to the ruins across the mountain. Supposedly, her bodyguard knows quite a bit about the mountain pass that leads further to the south and after days of trudging through the perilous mountain pass, they finally arrived down the mountain to a patch of desert wastelands and across the dunes, her lizard eyes focuses on the tall and crumbling structures in the distant horizon.<strong>"Sssso...I believe we have arrived,....Sssseshkar?"</strong>, she called on to her nine foot tall bodyguard who now stands just behind her.