Lizardfolk Fighter
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    The interior of the tavern is smoky and warm, full of the thrum of life. Patrons chatter and laugh, and through the fracas of merriment you see a lizardfolk seated at the bar, clad in scale mail armor. She has a longsword girded at her side and a mug of ale in her hand. A halberd leans against the bar next to her. With a curl of an outstretched finger, she beckons you closer, grinning.

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