Lughaidh
LOO-ee
The lizardfolk watched intently as Vesper pulled the spear away and drove it into the sand. Again the pseudodragon's voice filled his mind. His eyes narrow as his gaze passes across his captors before him. Then, nodding his head slowly he speaks "Yerkaratev..." he says in his harsh draconic. Carefully he sits up and sliding his leg beneath him he raises to his feet. Now at his full stature his wounds are more visible; dark blood drips from his wounds painting his chest and soaking into his clothing. “Ayo, duk’ uzhegh yek’: Dzknorsnery amenauzheghn yen!”
Vesper notices a single golden strand of sand leaking from one of the scaled man’s fist...
Vesper notices a single golden strand of sand leaking from one of the scaled man’s fist...