A Group of Mercenaries that is almost completely composed of lizard folk
A small brass bell…with a deadly power.
"He travels the seas looking for what cant be found. To his love his heart is still bound"
The Party has been travelling for two days and havent spotted a thing,suddenly out on the horizon five riders appear,when they get close the group identifies them as orces,the leader is a mean looking one with many scars suddenly he raises his spear.