Visiting The Kiwi Clan The makeshift refugee camp bustled with activity. Students of Evercoast Academy, freed from their Lizardmen captors, were now helping their former enemies set up shelter. Tents were fashioned from large leaves, patches of muddy ground were reinforced with earth magic, and injured Lizardmen were being treated with what little healing resources they had. The humans and the reptilian natives, once at each other’s throats…were now working together, bound by a newfound understanding of survival. James, Sam, and Timmy stood at the edge of the camp, overseeing the work. "Who would’ve thought we'd end up babysitting a bunch of lizards?" Timmy mused, crossing his arms. "Who would’ve thought you’d be this useless at it?" Sam shot back. "They’re doing all the work while you just stand here looking pretty." Timmy rolled his eyes. "Not my fault I wasn’t built for manual labor." James smirked. "Yeah? Then what were you built for?" "Style. Charm. Intelligence…" "Usele