The 48th day of Corellon's time in the 22nd year of King Ulodannan Wolfswift (Day 42)

The 48^th day of Corellon’s time in the 22^nd year of King Ulodannan Wolfswift (Day 42):  Breaking camp, they continued down the canyon, and it was not long before they found a place where the canyon walls were not too steep for the camels to scale and they made their way back to the more even, but still desolate, land above the canyon.
They rode on to the south for another couple of hours, then they noticed what appeared to be the tracks of large, bipedal lizards in the hard dirt.  A bit farther they noticed a tuft of raw wool on a thorny bush.  After following the tracks for a bit more, they saw a band of what can only be described as very large lizards in the distance, carrying the carcasses of two sheep.

They gave chase and quickly ran down the lizards, who, when it became apparent they could not get away, turned, dropped the sheep carcasses, and prepared to fight.

The adventurers were better able to attack from a distance, and by the time the space between the two parties was closed, several of the lizards were severely injured.  It did not take much more time, nor much more effort, to dispatch all the lizards to the presence of whatever god they might worship.  However, there was one small difficulty.  One of the lizards, just before he died in the jaws of Endymion’s wolf, managed to splash – or maybe just spill – some liquid from a vial he held in his hand on the wolf.

Almost immediately, a very big creature emerged from a hole almost right next to the wolf and in two snaps of his huge mandibles, banished the wolf from this world.  Not to worry, though, it turns out Endymion is a druid, with a strange spiritual connection to this wolf, so it was not long that the wolf who had been dead reappears, not too much the worse for wear, next to his master.

Endymion was not finished, though.  He used his unusual connection to the natural world to somehow convince this hungry creature to release Galloron, who now found himself pincered in the creatures mandibles, and to retreat.  The rest of the adventurers were willing to allow the creature its graceful exit and it disappeared by burrowing back down into the dusty earth of Dracmead.

A search of the lizard creatures revealed a few gold coins and nothing else of much value.  An examination of the dead sheep revealed that they had been killed by nothing more mysterious than stab wounds, perhaps from one of the lizard creature’s swords or pikes.