Cage by cage, Saige popped open the doors and squeezed inside to free the prisoners held within. Each time, chanting a prayer to his God that filled the area with a noble golden light. It was enough to draw plenty of attention from those within the War Camp, but between the Alluring Succubus, the head chopping ghost and the illusionary army that caused them to turn on each other, they had enough to keep them occupied.
Figg, the only one who was not fighting, was mostly taking the job of guiding the lizards out. As a Druid, he naturally had a connection to beasts as well as nature. Although it wasn't nearly as high as Saige's, nor was it even as high as his own connection to nature, it was enough for him to convince most of the lizards to leave.
Most of them.
One particularly mean looking lizard, with a body covered in scars, burn marks and only one glassy eye as the other had been gouged out, was not intent on leaving.
