Deep in the forest, where sunlight struggled to pierce through the thick canopy, Ophelia and Drakina stumbled upon the lizardmen. The encounter sparked an excitement in them that was rare in their usual composed expeditions. Their eyes, typically a pool of calm and calculation, now gleamed with intrigue and anticipation.
"These must be strong," Ophelia whispered, her voice tinged with excitement as she observed the lizardmen with keen interest. Her eyes darted across the group, eventually settling on the leader, whose robust frame and authoritative aura were impossible to ignore.
"Especially that leader," she mused, her gaze intensifying. "He could be a high-quality corpse, a valuable addition to our ranks." She pondered the possibilities, her mind racing with strategies and plans.