Razengrul looks back at the following party, unamused.
"The second lesson of the hunt, don't let the prey know you're coming."
Beyond the barbarian, from behind a mangrove, a sudden flicker of blue lightning appears, and a large lizard, about two feet tall, sprints off across the water on its rear legs. Razengrul spits in response.
"Don't go after that one. Too much of a head start. But there may be a clutch of them nearby. Fan out, and wave if you find one."