She was right, they were wasting too much time here. He didn't have much of a plan, but what was one lizard man? Stealth was not necessary for this job, so he simply rose off of the ground and opened the door.
As suspected, it wasn't locked, and threw openly easily. ANd wasn't the lizard-man surprised to see Trest! It's eyes went wide before it hissed and backed away, grabbing for a weapon, which, unfortunately for the lizard-man , was too far out of his reach, for Trest had already scouted the room when he peered into the key-hole and had (somewhat) of a plan figured out. His sword was resting in a pile at the side witht he rest of his discards, which just so happened to be near to the door, and far closer to Trest than the lizard-man was to his spear he tried to grab. So in a quick motion, he drew up his blade, unsheathed it and cleaved the spear rod in half whent he lizard tried to thrust it in his direction.
The front, bladed end of the spear dropped to the ground, rattling to a halt, and Trest smirked and looked over at the lizard man who was now stunned. He pointed his sword at the lizard thing's throat, when suddenly it let out a terrible shrill cry, one that made Trest's ears bleed.
And then he heard the same, shrill-like reply come from elsewhere int he building. And he knew that noise, even if he didn't know their
language.It was a universal cry for help.
"You've got to be kidding me." And Trest wasted no time, and threw a punch, knocking the lizard-creature clean out. He then rushed over to his things, scooping them, up, including the map before he turned to Lyr and shouted, "Come on, let's get the hell out of here!"