Editing Stranded in fantasy (section)

==Journal Entry 214==

We came upon a broken down caravan today.  We had a short standoff until we could prove that we weren't hostile, and they the same.  Their caravan guards were tribal lizard people.  Pretty unusual.  Their axle brace or something snapped and were stranded.  Our caravan leader decided we should help.  None of us Terrans had a clue how to fix it, so we stood around and chatted with the other caravan guards, the lizards.  They're a distrustful bunch and after some poking around, I could see why.  They aren't treated very well by the other civilized races, but most of the tribal groups aren't.  This group has been doing the Nespidax to Ainfield run to bring in money for their tribe and keep because they're searching for someone, one of their own that ran off.  They wouldn't say why they're after this one, but I sensed that he was an important figure in the tribe, so it's not like an escaped criminal or exile.  I noticed that while Max and Austin were initially..distressed?  At dealing with big armed lizard people, they eventually warmed up to them.  Ian stayed pretty cold to towards them the whole time.  Anyways, it took a good 5 hours to get the other cart fixed.  They had to make a new one out of wood which meant cutting down a tree and cutting it down and all that.  Pain in the ass.