So we’d rounded up some new members, right? Well, it turned out to be just in time since some armored lizard that the girls knew came around and told us quite the story about his kingdom. Long story short, he wanted to hire us to win some ritual competition so that the leadership of his kingdom would change hands. Now, I know I hated being part of that very same thing in Sutherland, but that was because someone basically stabbed us in the back to accomplish that. This time, at least the lizard was being up front about it and the current leaders sounded bad enough that they should be outed. So we took the job.
We made good time, travelling through Dunkuldir to try to catch a boat. While on the way I caught up with some of my friends and family that I hadn’t seen in… well, it almost feels like forever. At least not since I marched out with the army. It was good to see them, but I could tell I didn’t fit in there anymore. I needed to vent, to howl and break things, and in the steamwork-lined caves of my home, that would certainly not work. I guess I’m just not tame enough, you know what I mean? I hope you do, because I’m still wrapping my head around it, but enough of that line of thought.
There was a little bit of panic as we traveled since we found out that there was a delegation from the lizards at the palace, but ultimately there was little we could do about that except move forward with our plan and just remove the scalies from power. Not to say there wasn’t drama with the others, mind you, but I just ignored it and carried on. We managed to catch a boat to Drathl in time for the festival. Now we just have to go up against the best that the other lizards can put forward and even stay a step or two ahead of whatever tricks the leaders have in store for us. Stone, I miss having Fulgin around to worry about that instead of me.