The Tors Command
Tek was rather glad to travel with Horns. He had heard tales of the Tor, though none had traveled through the lands of the Lizardfolk for a time.
Exercising his gift of tongues, he spoke Scale. To hear it translated was a wonder, native Tor would have been very harsh for him to speak normally.
“Tor Horns, it honors me to travel with your might. The Tor are renowned among my people for their warrior spirit and fiery breath.”
Another reason he was glad about his partner, the man had a large presence, allowing Tek to go unnoticed.
Seeking to feel the life aura again, he felt a cold chill as he reached out. The natives were not thrilled to have visitors.
“I am sensing that those around us do not want us in their territory.”