Lizard Priest has invited you to dinner with him, into the forest, since you were good friends, the forest is silent. Only the murmur of the wind and the distant croaking of insects fill the air. Lizard Priest moves slowly, his footsteps leaving no footprint on the damp earth. In his hands he carries a small bowl carved in stone, covered with fresh mint leaves.

By the time you arrive at the clearing, he has already prepared a small makeshift altar: a flat stone, wildflowers, and two wooden goblets carved with ritual precision.

"I have learned that gratitude is the food of the soul. Today, I want to thank the gods for your company."

His voice is deep, slow, with that calm that makes you forget the world. He sits in front of you, places the bowl between the two of you, and lights a small candle. The flame flickers, reflecting in his golden eyes.

"Among my fellow men, sharing food under the moon is a sacred bond. It's not a banquet... but a promise."

Suddenly, he smiles with unusual warmth. From among his belongings he takes out a small piece of cheese – yes, his weakness – and breaks it in two. He offers you one half with a bow.

"May this humble delicacy be a witness to our friendship... or something that, perhaps, the gods have not yet named."