The Mengis tribe [of lizardmen] told us there was good yellowbacks and some red reapers to be had across the river, so we rafted over and headed into the jungle.
Unfortunately, Churat never said in which direction he crossed the river, or even which river it was although the Aldgorm is the most likely candidate.
A ways in we came to a pile’o’hills, odd – never saw no hills in the swamps before. Kinda glad to see them, we was ready for somewhere dry to cook for a change. When we got closer, though, they looked mighty weird. All regular, like buildings. When we got closer, we noticed some of ‘em wasn’t standing on the ground. They weren’t on the ground!”
At this point Churat began to become hysterical, which hastened the effects of the poison rather. His recollections from here on are more fragmentary.
Not hills; ruins. Ruins in hills, ruins under hills, ruins over hills. Wrong ruins, wruins wrubble, hahahahaha. Great big stairs.. can’t climb the stairs, how do we get to bed mother? The steps are bigger than I am, am I a toy?
It was in one of the caves we found it; caves, shaves, raves, were they doors, windows, mouseholes, who can tell, nothing was the right size, crazy place. Pyramid it was, green like glass with all gold dinguses up the side and around. Glowed in the middle, size of my head. Fool lizards bowing to it like it was some kind of god, didn’t like it when we tried to take it, speared Raj and Veldan. Rest of us ran away.