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Anne Evasdottir
All throughout the battle Anne stayed at a safe distance from the shore trying to find any weak point in the creature's defenses that she could exploit. The tentacled beast however did not lift what she guessed was its head from the water so she was unable to detect any vulnerabilities.
She had realised quite early on during the fight that her dagger was utterly useless against a foe attacking from over forty feet away with tentacles of that size. She therefore stepped up to one of the lizardmen and pointed at a spear fallen to the ground. She tried making it clear with her body language that she was asking whether she was allowed to take the spear.
The lizardman seemed to take a few moments before replying, either trying to figure out what Anne was saying or considering his reply, then responded with a simple nod. Picking up used and damaged spears and javelins seemed to be low on the list of priorities, a lot of their warriors had received bruises and breaks, it appeared, and half the tribe seemed to be working in concert to bandage wounds and set broken limbs.
Anne gently picked up the stone-tipped spear, hefting its unfamiliar weight from one hand to the other. Her arms used to much finer weapons felt uncomfortable with the increased weight, but strangely the feel of the long weapon increased her sense of security, and she actually felt as though she would be able to do something worthwhile if the creature re-emerged for another attack.
Anne walked over to where her companions wounds were being looked at. She felt her stomach contents churning at the sight of Gan's face, but tried remaining outwardly calm.
"I'm going to have a look around the lake to see whether I can find anything useful, or find out anything about the creature that just attacked us. From here I judge that in about two hours one could circumvent the lake. Anyone want to accompany me?"
OOC: Purple gave the lizardman's reply.
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