Sigil: City of Doors

Two lizardfolk, one large and well armored, the other small and withered with age sit in a clearing in a forest in front of a small, clear pond. The larger one silently watches as the small chants in draconic, making motions with his claws as he sprinkles dust into the pool. After an hour of this, an image slowly shimmers into view from the pool, consisting of several ramshackle huts in a swamp, at the center of which is a small collection of stones, a tribal shrine to the inhabitants diety. The small village is bustling with activity, many of the lizardfolk there are participating in a ritual presided over by a massive brute of a lizardfolk, heavily scarred with only one eye on his face, and his hide adorned with dozens of skulls. The brute is surrounded by three smaller lizardfolk, each of them hissing prayers and circling him, spreading warpaint on various places. At the conclusion of the ritual, the brute roars out in command to his subjects.

Brute: The old chieftain is dead, and with him our cowardice and passivity! No longer should we deign to live in this swamp, we will take back what is rightfully ours! Death to all who oppose us!

Many of the lizardfolk in the tribe, particularly the young cheer, the older members seem hesitant as the image fades from the pool.

Yssernthus: We found where we need to go, we will just need to find a way, and with haste.

The larger lizardfolk nods in agreement as the druid continues preparations, silently watching and mentally preparing for his role in the coming days.