The croaking of frogs fills the humid morning air as the sun filters through the canopy, bathing the Murkmarsh and the primitive Lizardfolk clay and reed huts of the Red Tail tribe's village in an orange hue. The village bustles with activity as your kin prepare for the challenges of the new day. The marsh affords little peace; each new day could bring threat, or opportunity.

Your friend Zarak approaches hurriedly. "Commotion outside Meeting Hall. Come with and see?" he hisses.