Raylo didn't go to rest.
He stood on the high ground, quietly observing the distant Mire Lake.
In the center of the lake, just as the intelligence had suggested, enormous bubbles constantly rose to the surface, as if it were a cauldron at a rolling boil.
Each time a bubble burst, it sent out a ring of murky ripples.
On the West Shore of the lake, tens of thousands of Lizardfolk were prostrated on the ground, worshipping the center of the lake with fanatical devotion.
Their movements were perfectly synchronized as they chanted under their breath.
"Sir."
Ed handed him a grilled steak and a flask of fresh water.
"You haven't slept all night."
Raylo took them, first taking a sip of water from the flask.
Time passed slowly in the anxious wait.
As the Sun reached its zenith and the Knights were halfway through their lunch, a large black dot appeared on the western horizon, rapidly approaching.
