"What are they doing?" Muttered Belladonna, as she stared out at the war-camp that they discovered.
The camp itself was down a small slope, giving the party a high ground advantage to scope out the enemy, even if they did still have to deal with the flying Eye-Spies.
A group of demons had gathered around one of the stone-frilled lizards, were shouting at it or each other as they dealt with it. Although, they weren't trying to kill it, from what they could see, or if they were they were doing a terrible job of it.
One of the demons, a Roider, was holding two chains with its hands, with each chain attacked to a harpoon that had been lodged into the lizard's frill, keeping it open and forbidding it from closing it. The lizard was nowhere near any tunnel that could have been its hunting ground.
