Chapter 2, Day 11

As the group discusses the best course of action, Xara slips away and creeps along the riverside towards the hut. She gets within twenty feet of it before she huddles down in the mud and thick reeds to conceal herself from sight and scent. She sees the two lizardfolk in the reed boat paddling out into the lake, now about a hundred feet out. Two others are, as Pawetha had seen, sewing and mending nets on the shore. She sees movement within the rough-built hut, two more lizardfolk are inside.

The two in the hut seem to be engaged in conversation, but are speaking in a language Xara doesn't understand.

The only shiny things Xara notes is the glinting sun off the harpoons laying at the shore, and the knives in the hands, or on the belts, of the netweavers.

Crouching down among the plants, Zaris keeps his eyes trained upon the huts and the lizard folk.

Pawetha drops to her belly and pulls herself through muck and reed, trying to get closer to the huts. Zaris' keen eyes notice as the two lizards in the hut suddenly stop talking and look towards the door, as if something caught their attention...

Xara meanwhile, slips up to the hut and notes that it is both on stilts, a good two feet off the ground, and the area below it is thick with muck and reeds. Seeing opportunity, she quickly slips below the hut. In that moment the two lizard folk step out and jump down, landing no more than five feet from Xara's nose. They are searching the area that Xara had left the rest of the group in... maybe someone tried sneaking up and has caught their attention...

"Looks like this is happening now," Zaris remarks standing from his crouch. With his left hand he pulls the polished piece of oak out and lets loose a trio of blue orbs of energy. "No time like the present," he adds.