Sarkon patrolled around the village of Vurtha. His home town was about average in size, consisting of just over a thousand lizardfolk. They lived a mostly uneventful life in the woods, punctuated by the occasional war or natural disaster. As one of the strongest warriors in the region, the large green male was trusted to take up sentry duty along with a few other males. An arena champion as well as a fierce warrior, he commanded a good deal of respect and was looked up to as a model for the other males as well as seen as a prime sire by the females.
Satisfied that the village's boundaries were secure, he started back to town, his clawed feet pounding the soft earth. Recently, all had been quiet. Apart from the rare thief or animal attack, there had been little trouble on these roads for the past few months. He was paid decently for his work by the chief, although he wished that it was less boring. Most of the action recently had come from his bouts in the arena as the last war had ended over two years ago. Suddenly, he heard what sounded like movement in the woods nearby. Keeping his iron halberd and wooden shield ready, he cautiously moved to see what the commotion was.
Satisfied that the village's boundaries were secure, he started back to town, his clawed feet pounding the soft earth. Recently, all had been quiet. Apart from the rare thief or animal attack, there had been little trouble on these roads for the past few months. He was paid decently for his work by the chief, although he wished that it was less boring. Most of the action recently had come from his bouts in the arena as the last war had ended over two years ago. Suddenly, he heard what sounded like movement in the woods nearby. Keeping his iron halberd and wooden shield ready, he cautiously moved to see what the commotion was.