River and Queen

It wasn't hard to find the trail of the lizard riders. Adapted as they were for the sandy dunes, their lizard's footprints were painfully obvious in the loosely wooded thickets of western Whitehill.

And... there was at least one set of horseshoes among them.

That also meant, more than likely, at least one lance.

Hey!

Black Leg said.

I asked.

Achmed said.

I asked.

Black Leg responded.

I sighed. I said.