New Lizardman Tribe

Michael sat on a chair in his study, absently staring out of the window beside him. As he was thinking of how he would subdue the new lizardman and integrate them into his growing society, he heard a knock on his door.

"Come in." He said. He already had an idea of who it might be.

"Patriarch." Milizaus bowed his head after he shut the door behind him.

"Milizaus, how bad are their injuries?" Michael went straight to business. He wanted to discuss some matters with the old lizardman before he went by himself to see those that were injured.

"Their injuries are not too bad. Ever since we became lizardmen, our passive regeneration has increased, and whenever we focus on healing, that regeneration speed doubles. By now, since they are focusing on healing their injuries, then they should be back up on their feet in about two days. As for those who were just lightly injured, they should be ready by this night." Milizaus gave Michael a report.