The full-moon and cloudless night illuminated a massacre.
Sturdy and primitive huts were smashed open, trees over half a meter thick had been smashed down, the houses and bridges atop them destroyed, and littering the entire scene were the corpses of humanoid lizards. The moonlight revealed movement beneath a pile of bodies, which was quickly shown to be another lizardfolk. The warrior, for the muscular physique and broken arms and armor told any would-be viewer all they needed to know about his skills, stretched and began looting the bodies around them without hesitation. It took half an hour of digging through bodies to find a full set of mostly intact equipment.
A week later, the same lizardfolk dragged the carcass of a one-armed werewolf to an elven tree-city. They stayed there for a year, becoming a staple of their hunting parties before news of the portal reached the settlement. The same week, the lizardfolk left the city and journeyed to the First Landing.