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After a day near the river, Fooser travels southward, he avoids the prison due to his bad memories, and his exhaustion, not wanting to deal with skeletons. He goes around, and south past the prison to the southern tip of the forest. He comes out of the forest, to a small beach, the waves moving in and out slowly. This had been his home for some time. He walks over and slowly sits on the peach-brown sand. He looks north, first in the direction of trollsbane, then the direction of Northerot. He sighs and pulls a piece of leather over himself and falls asleep.

A few hours go by, night-time becomes darker. The outline of the forest tree's can no longer be seen due to the darkness. The waves continue to come in, and go out, steadily back and forth. The waves make the only audible sound. A few skeletons wander south from near the prison. They walk around the forest aimlessly, and come to the edge of the forest. They spot the lizard sleeping quietly on the sand and they begin to walk slowly toward him. Their toe bones creak against the ground, but it does not wake the exhausted lizard.

The three skeletons creep all the way to him, and all three of them stand over the sleeping Fooser. Each of them slowly draw their poorly made swords and look at eachother for a moment. One of the skeletons points his sword downward and thrusts it into Fooser's leg. Fooser's eyes pop open quickly, and he looks down at the wound in his leg. The second skeleton then thrusts downward, and stabs his sword into Fooser's back. Fooser, barely able to stand, has no time to draw his weapon, and he merely punches one of the skeletons, and the skeleton falls over from the impact.

The skeleton then gets up off the sand and they all circle in on Fooser again, one of the skeletons clenches their boney fist and punches Fooser back, and he lands back onto the sand, unconscious. Blood flows out of his two wounds, and the skeletons decide to drag the body toward the water and dump it. Fooser's body gets dragged along the sand easily, and the skeletons drag it to the edge of the water. The waves move out, then back in, as they do water moves over the lizard, and his body slowly moves out toward the sea. He falls slowly to the bottom, able to breathe due to his lizard adaptations. The blood continues to flow out of the wounds in his leg, and his back. Much of the water near the beach has turned a reddish color from the blood, but there is no longer a visible body to be found.

Afterwards:

Fooser's eyes open slowly. He see's that he is in a small wooden house, with a stone chimney. The fire is going inside of it, and the smoke rises up and outside. He lifts his head slowly, both his back and his leg seem to be bandaged and in better shape. He feels his leg with his hand, then looks around.

"Where am I?"
"You don't remember, dear?"

A very old human lady comes out from a kitchen area. She walks over to the place where Fooser is sitting and stands over him, despite her small height.

"You don't remember anything, dear?
"No, what's going on?"
"You took a nasty beating, ended up washing up on this tiny island. It's only big enough for one person to live on really. We talked when you first woke up, but you don't seem to remember. You've been somewhat unconscious for the last two-three weeks, dear."
"Oh?"
He holds his leg.
"Oh yes, your leg is doing better, dear. When I first saw you washed up here, I thought it was a dead body!"
The old lady lets out a laugh.
"Heee Heeee. Anyways, dear, your lucky your one of them lizard kind, or you'd surely drowned."
"How long has it been?"
"It's been some time, not too long though. Where do you come from, lizardman?"
He thinks about the question for a while, and then he realizes that he dosen't have an answer to it.
"I...I don't know."
"You lost all your memory, dear?"
"No, I remember where I came from. It's just that, I don't really have a home."
The old lady nods strangely.
"Well, how did you end up here then, dear? Must have been a nasty creature that got at you."
The old lady looks to the lizards leg and back.
"I don't know. It was dark out, they were boney, probably some kind of skeletons."
The old lady nods again.
"Can I get you some wine, dear? It'll sure take away from the pain! Heeee Heeee"
She lets out another shrieking laugh.
Fooser looks around at the seemingly abandoned house.
"You have any relatives, a husband? Kids?"
The old lady takes out a few bottles of wine, then looks up slowly after the question is asked.
"Well....I did, dear. A husband that is, no children. He died in the shipwreck. We lived here for a while. He left, and was going to come back, but the boat never made it, then I got word from a few fishermen that happened to come by."
She pauses for a moment, seemingly thinking about the memories.
"Anyways, being sad about a loss is not a bad thing. How you handle it though is what makes you better, dear. A character issue you might say."
Fooser listens to the old ladies response, and he begins thinking again.
"It's strange."
The old lady looks up from getting food from the kitchen.
"Your husband was a good man, I presume. He died, as does many other good men in the world. Yet look at me, a crook and a menace, and I was saved."
"Now now dear. Don't think like that. Some things happen for reasons. There's more to people than reputation and their outside, dear."
She puts a bottle of wine next to him, and she holds one herself.
"I think I could use one of these. Heeeee Heeeee."
She lets out yet another shrieking laugh, and then opens the bottle and starts drinking the wine.
"Haven't had a good wine in a long time, dear. Haven't had anyone to care for in a long time either. I'm actually glad you washed up here, haven't had a good chat since---"
Seems happy, until she pauses, thinking about her husband again.
"I owe you a lot, ma'am."
"Oh, don't worry about me dear."
She continues to lean quietly on a counter, drinking her wine.
"Now, finding my way back to my old island is the trick."
"Oh I can take care of that, dear. There is a small row boat in the back of the house. Right near the water. The rows should still be in it."
Fooser looks at the old lady.
"But won't you need it?"
she looks down at her frail body, then back up at the lizard.
"Oh, I don't think there will be much more use of that boat for me, dear."
Fooser slowly gets up and limps over to the old lady, and shakes her hand lightly.
"I can't thank you enough for what you have done."
Oh, dear, it was nothing! I couldn't refuse to help one of the lizardfolk heeee heeeee, and it was nice talking with someone again."
"Well, I should be off as soon as possible. Thanks again."
"Thank you as well, dear. And remember, don't strain your leg too much until it is healed!"
Fooser takes a quick peak again at the interior of the little wooden house as he exits through the back door. Then he nods to the old lady and heads toward the back part of the house. The old lady smiles as she moves away from the counter, and goes toward a seat in the other room. She sits, and puts the near-empty wine bottle down on a table next to her. Her eyes stare blankly at the wall, she blinks once, then her eyes seem to stay fixed on the wall, lifeless.

Fooser spots the boat, the water hits up against it, but it dosen't seem to float away. Everything seems to be in tact in the boat. He peers up at the house again, then grinds his teeth, seemingly determined for something. Then he jumps onto the boat, and begins to row as quickly as he can. The wind and water are in a favorable direction, and he quickly moves away from the small island, and it gets smaller and smaller, until it passes into the horizon.