Jason and the expedition team successfully reached the outermost perimeter of the native village, but progress immediately hit a snag...
At the main gates, two massive packs of lizardmen were locked in a fierce, screaming standoff.
There were roughly thirty natives standing outside the gate, while over a hundred guarded the inside. Both sides were aggressively posturing, hissing, and shouting at each other.
It looked... remarkably like two rival street gangs squaring up before a brawl!
Hundreds of other lizardmen, young and old, perched atop the earthen walls, watching the spectacle with eager curiosity. They shrieked and hooted, seemingly trying to instigate a fight, making the entire scene incredibly chaotic.
"The Butterfly? The Yami Butterfly?" the natives clicked and hissed. The guttural, clicking nature of their language sounded incredibly primitive, giving the humans a visceral sense of stepping back into the Stone Age.
