The group discuss some of their tactical options, during which Mehriv appoints Varsk as the tactical director for the operation.
Turning to Gwen and the old dragonborn, he says, "Elder, do you recognise 'Valemgaldro'?"
The old man immediately freezes. He takes a few steadying breaths and eventually turns slowly to face Mehriv.
"That... That name. That was... that was my name. Where did you learn it...? How did you learn it? I... gods... I don't... it has been so long...
He looks around, apparently seeing the five of you with more clarity than before.
"You... If... If you are here, then there isn't much time. I had to give you something... yes! This!
He pulls a little pouch out from his pocket and shakes the contents into his hand, pressing a fairly large uncut, but clear diamond into Mehriv's palms.
"You will need this.
He looks up to the sky.
"There isn't much time. The paths diverge tonight... Futures will be decided. Two hours before midnight, they will come for me. I cannot leave. I must not leave...
He shakes his head as if to clear his thoughts.
"It has been so long... This... is so much harder than I intended. Vaceran, forgive an old foolish dragon."
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Lizard Group
The group pull the canoe up onto the muddy beach and follow Merric up the little grassy slope to get a better view of their surroundings. To the north-west (across the water), you hear the sound of shuffling grasses, and a loud grunt. A couple of birds flutter out of the trees nearby before settling back down again nearby.
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