In the midst of the wilds, surrounded on all sides by miles and miles of swamp and rolling forests, lay a statue. A statue that happened to exactly fit the description of the boy we'd been searching for. The detail was unparalleled. His horror-stricken face seemed like it might start screaming at any moment. The arms were broken away, but within the remaining stumps there were details of muscle and sinew chiseled into the stone. Then the underbrush on the far side of the clearing parted. A lizard the size of horse slid towards us. Fangs as long as shortswords dripping with a yellow-grey venom.
-Seeker Herolm
