No sooner had the beast fallen than the priest had started to spiel. He started like a mummer, praising the Lizardman in the same cheap and rosy flattery as he did Vanya. Painting the creature as some sort of hero, no doubt. Alice didn't deny it was, but the decorum on these sort of things is you didn't point it out. Despite the rough edges of a commoner and almost complete lack of subtlety, she still identified him trying to bait some curiosity out of the creature. Had they been talking to anything but a tribal she would have already assumed failure and probably insult to the beast, but she kept her tongue in check and hoped.

Alice instead strode over to her companion Geradin and studied the creature. The ever changing ecology made it so she was unsurprised to not recognise the creature. She couldn't even really relate it to another ancestor creature, it was that obscure to her. Unlike many of her mage brethren, however, she didn't much stomach the idea of cutting it up just to find out, especially since it having 'no edible meats' meant most likely it was toxic in some way (making it even more smelly).

Geradin was already smiling and laughing with Beren, in the way that Dwarfs do make fast friends with each other. Geradin offered her a skin of ale, "Well done lassy!" she took it and took a heavy draught. "Did you see us?" he continued "I told the creature, I told it 'we've faced worse than you' and it didn't believe me! Ha! I wouldn't have had it any other way, imagine if it had run at the sight of us!"

Alice continued to listen to the two Dwarfs raucous banter, as they all shared the ale that was by far cooler than the sticky swamp air

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