Their chief shows himself, to make us pause,
Then his packmates leap with teeth and claws.
We rend the dark with screams and howl
As they tear our fesh with talons foul.
Encounters with the hunting lizards seem more frequent of late. It makes me feel as though something were coming. Something terrible.
Text Fragment found in the abandoned scriptorium of Minera Argentum within Mons Argentis.
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