Watching the immediate change come over not just the chieftain, but also the gathered mass of lizardlings, Akara nods in acknowledgement. Seeing the wriggling kobolds immediately working themselves into a froth, she absently shifts her belt knife in and out of the sheath in equal anticipation of the coming fight.

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its a fight we'll have friends, it seems like our side has been chosen for us, it's either jump into battle with the chief, or fight them all. Might as well ride the wave you're given