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[b]Saurians[/b]
	[b]Population:[/b] [color=8fff3d]68[/color]
	[b]Important Figures:[/b] [color=8fff3d]Sithalin[/color] [b](Chief) |[/b] [color=8fff3d]Senith[/color] [b](Chief's son)[/b]
	[b]Semi-Important Figures:[/b] [color=8fff3d]Syera[/color] [b](Huntress) |[/b] [color=8fff3d]Serthal[/color] [b](Expert crafter) |[/b] [color=8fff3d]Sithel[/color] [b](Hunter)[/b]

[b]Technology[/b]
	[b]Stone Tools:[/b] [color=8fff3d]4/4[/color]
	[b]Construction:[/b] [color=8fff3d]4/4[/color]
	[b]Map Making:[/b] [color=8fff3d]0/4[/color]
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"Mama! Look what I did!" The young saurian yelled.

"Hm?" The mother walked over to the child and leaned over, studying the strange drawing he had scratched into the ground. It was a strange drawing, not the usual drawings she saw from her child. It was always the drawings of another saurian or a teskur. This one, however, was a strange mess of angled lines, circles, and a few squares. "What have you made here?" She asked curiously.

"Its the village!" Answered the child, excitedly. He pointed at one of the circles with his tiny claw and said, "This is our hut!" He then moved his arm to point at one of the squares and said, "This is the chief's hut!"

The image clicked in the mother's head and she blinked in surprise. The... map was mostly accurate. She was able to recognize parts of the village. "That's really good!" She said, congratulating her child. She paused a moment to think, before retreating inside their hut. She came back out with a small square of curved tree bark. "How about," She said, handing the bark to the kid, "you scratch the village onto this? That way, it will stay."

The kid gasped as he took the bark. "Thanks, mama!" He then turned and darted off through the village. The mother watched him depart, a tired but truly happy smile on her face.

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The scouting party's adventure was quite uneventful at first. The trees were somewhat different, but it was nothing they had not honestly already seen. The only thing they had noticed was that they had not come across a teskur yet.

Sithel looked at his group grimly. He had under-estimated the resources they would need for the trip. They had already emptied their supply of teskur and kryan meat. He made a quick head count, trying to estimate how much it would take to feed them. Seven full grown Saurians including himself, all equipped with their own spear. A couple of them carried the spare blankets and hides on their backs. They should have been incredibly easy to feed, but they weren't certain what to look for when there were no teskur in the area. 

Sithel sighed as he fingered the pointy tip of his spear. He didn't want to delay the travel like this, but they had no choice but to take the simple solution. They had to make a detour back to the lake. He was worried for how long they would be tempted to stay by the water.

One of the hunters ran into the makeshift camp they had set up. Panting slightly, he walked over to sithel and saluted. "Sithel, the lake is still about the same amount of distance in that direction," He reported, pointing the direction he had just come from. "We haven't veered off."

"Good. Go take a rest, we're all heading to the lake soon," Replied Sithel.

After their break and a small amount of travelling westward, they finally turned and headed for the lake. They arrived at its shore around midday. Many of them immediately leaped into the water the moment they saw it. They took their lack of food as an excuse to start swimming and looking for fish. Much to their luck, the fish were plentiful here.

The rest of the day was spent swimming and fishing. As the sun was starting to get low, they had no choice but to set up camp right there on the shore.

"It won't matter. We can make progress tomorrow," Said Sithel as he crawled under his fur blanket.

"I must admit," Said one of the hunters as he was settling into bed, "I was expecting this trip to be more... exciting."

"Me too," Sithel admitted. "Maybe we'll find something of interest tomorrow. For now, let's sleep."