Glorious beginning.
Greal running away after bad wound, covering his escape.
We (my wolf companion Greal, and I) were fighting Lizards this morning (and other swamp critters). It was stormy, so we went with nature's aid. I called lightning twice and drew scimitar with shield, they replied with their own magicks and steel. Killed some then retreated.
I'll need to find him (Greal) soon.