A Connection Into Lizardman Country

Settling down in a small meeting room on the opposite side of the official one, but not unlike it, Declan smiled his ghastly smile at Astaroth through his helmet openings.

"I see you bring back people from your little adventure. Are these all of them?"

Astaroth sat down in front of him around the large table, while most of the refugees took to the sofas at the sides, taking a moment to rest their tired feet, breathing in the luxury of the room.

If any of them had doubted Astaroth's words before about being connected to the palace, those doubts were gone now. The mass salute in the plaza had blown them away.

Most of the villagers now had no idea how they should address Astaroth anymore.

"This is all of those that wanted to follow me. The rest of them stayed back, but they are safe now."

Declan nodded in acknowledgement, taking a brief moment to look at each of them. He didn't scan them, but he didn't need to.