The Albino Lizard

Scanning for a second or two, the corner of your eye catches something move in the farthest reaches of the pen where the light barely reaches. Turning your head you spot its red eyes before they quickly disappear into the darkness of its cell. Intrigued, you make your way to the back of the pen. Peering through the iron bars you see the faint outline of a long slender figure lying on the floor.

"Interesting specimen this one," Garmen says as he reaches into his pocket pulling out a small crystal. "Her kind resides within the marshes to the east, disgusting place. The men can be difficult to catch, but the women are simple enough; Granted they don't know any magic."

Holding out the crystal it begins to illuminate. The light is dim but strong enough to provide a good view of the ****.

As the long figure comes into view you recognize it as that of a Lizardkin. Ordinarily, your view of the ****'s body would be obstructed, but unlike the other slaves, she has no rags to cover up with. She is laying perpendicular to you, her body slightly curled so that her head and tail point towards you. The Lizard's head is a sort of wedge shape, two crimson eyes resting on the side of her head. Her body is like one continuous tube, if it weren't for her arms and legs you would be unsure as to where the neck ends and tail begins. You'd say she looks to be about 10 feet long from tip of the head to tip of the tail. From her head maybe 2 feet down her body extrudes two arms and her legs about another 2 down. Her arms are similarly long and slender like her body, with no defined wrists between her hands and arms. Between her arms sits her modest breasts, though their exact size is difficult to ascertain from her current laying position. Her legs are a sort of bow shape similar to that of various animals. The Lizard appears to have 3 toes, though they cannot individually move being connected in a sort of webbed feet fashion. Claw-like nails protrude from the toes, something you are glad to notice doesn't repeat on her fingers.

However, the most intriguing feature of this woman is the color of her scales. They are as white as the purest snowflake in winter. You've never seen a truer white in all your life. Not to mention the hint of pink interspersed down her back.

"I have never seen a Lizard with white scales before."

"She has a rare case of albinism, master Andrean, makes her sensitive to light. My men found her hiding in the shadow of a tree. It seems pure daylight is quite harmful to the creature."

Curious you approach the cell door and lower yourself down closer to her level. She raises her head slightly and crawls over to the door, sitting back on her legs once she has reached you. Her head moves back and forth seemingly inspecting you just as you had done to her only moments ago.

"What is your name?" you ask the albino Lizardkin.

She does not answer, continuing to study you.

"She hasn't spoken a word since we brought her in," Garmen explains. "Most slaves don't dare to speak, as it should be, but they still know to answer a question when addressed." His voice raised with annoyance at that last part. Garmen continues with a sigh, "I hope she only refuses to speak. If the Lizard is mute it would certainly bring down her value."

You stand and the Lizard stands with you, her eyes still concentrated on your form.

"She is certainly a more exotic option. I'd say it's a good choice for you, young master, but I don't think a possible mute is worthy of the Windrider name. May I suggest that we examine a few other specimens?"