Late this afternoon we came upon bundled reeds and hacked-up tree branches. I was just about to comment on the peculiar mess, when our scout announced it as our lizardfolk-village destination.
Our party stayed on the outskirts as Yissic’s scout entered the village to speak with its elder. I suspect we were outside the village proper, at least; there was more trampled grass under our feet than mud. Within the village it is all mud, dried in the summer to a rippled brown canvas.
Nothing new from Isis today. Indifference and sleep seem his fields of interest. I did notice something interesting from Alex. Will get to that in tomorrow’s entry.
The scout found out that this village -if village is even the suitable word- has seen nothing of hobgoblins, and reported no trouble with any other kind of unusual animal. This is actually helpful. With a path from this sad place back to Yissic’s paragon citadel of civilization free of hobgoblins, we may now turn toward the next lizardfolk village on our patrol. If we find nothing en route to the next village, we may have triangulated the hobgoblins’ approximate position.
Or we may encounter them along the way.
We seem to be out of the marshlands, or very nearly out. The water we cross now is small and running and clean, and the ground is more suitably dry due to the seasonable weather. I don’t know for sure that we are still in Ælim or not. I haven’t got a map and I can’t imagine why a nation-state would bother to lay claim on so much of nothing at all.
Journal of Dr. Marcus Grant
Healing Cleric of Pelor, Order of St-Jude Academy (Silabrek)
34th Day, insignificant lizardfolk village, territory of Ælim.