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Webbed hands shake you all gently awake....

The firestones are once again bright and the newtlings are bustling around the cave. There's food and drink at hand and the mules are being fed by Belkar and a much subdued Orkal.

As each member of the posse shake off the effects of last nights visions and sleep, they notice that the floor is alive with turtles, some as large as the Uz ham beetles encountered before. Newtlings scurry back and forth, going about their morning chores, removing stores from the hundreds of niches that adorn the cavern walls.

Flysnapper waves from infront of the statue , where he is talking to the old Priestess and a handfull of armed newtling warriors.

Gort the Enlo siddles up to Jarenst with a steaming shell of stew

''Morning guv, how you?'' he looks towards Dolwynn and smiles

''We go kill Lizard now? Newtling say we get our souls eaten by ghost first eh? ha ha''

He seems rather chirpy.

Flysnapper approaches and bows to the Posse

''You all rested well?  Proxenus will you help bring our friends into the light? Yallabaloo wishes to welcome you each into his net...''