Zorian looked at him incredulously, not sure if the lizardman was being serious or not. He had only made that toy so the children would let him rest in peace.
“How did you sneak up on me?” Zorian couldn’t help but ask.
“I’m old,” the lizardman said, tapping the staff in his lap with his scaly, clawed fingers. “Ancient. It’s natural to have a couple of secrets.”
He did not offer to explain any further and Zorian did not press him.
The staff was probably some kind of divine artifact. Zorian checked it out with his marker, just in case it was the one they were after. It wasn’t.
“Why did you seek me out?” the lizardman asked, his half-closed eye focusing more firmly on Zorian.
Zorian quickly described the origin and probable appearance of the staff to the old lizardman. The sage pa
