The following morning, after regaining our strength, we continued on. Donnor has proven to be a most effective tracker, never leading us from the trail, (of course we didn’t tell him that a blind, mute could have pick up this herd’s trail.) After we were well into that evening, we heard some lizardfolk talking off in the distance. They proved to be guards standing post. After slaying the first two guards, we saw a harpy fly off, and then were approached by two more guards. We slew one of the guards, and knocked the other unconscious and restrained him.
After a short questioning, and without much prodding, the lizardman told us that the “shaman” has the others and that their hideout was under the dirt mound they were patrolling. After searching for some time, we found the entrance to the hideout.