A gaze into the life of the lizard people bursts into view between the tiny window between them and Dreadstone. Through the angle visions of the lizard men partake in food in bowls in plates at a set of tables, all draped with a simple cloth. They are talking to each other as they eat, but their attitude towards the meal seems to be that of routine, not celebration.
Dreadstone might glance at a light in the distance, just between the lizard people, but even with his sharp eye it is hard to make out what it is at a distance with much to obscure the line of sight between it and his view.
There are a fair number of them, more than six, less than a dozen. Some are dressed in a yellow vest and have a different hue in their scales.
<Since Dreadstone is able to peer into the room, I think I am going to go ahead and set up the Ditzie map that way you have an idea of what you're looking at.>