Down one of the hall's mansions, in a dark little space with a door that's always locked, a click sounded from the other side of the door, and it swung open. A large, scaly green hand grabbed the door frame, and with a low, rumbling hiss, he stepped out.
Selwyn, the large, lycan-like lizardman lurched out into the hallway, his huge feet making soft thumping souds as he walked slowly down the hall, his tail on the floor sounding like a body being dragged. All the muscular lizardman wore at the moment was a towel wrapped tightly around his waist.
"Kitchen, kitchen...aww, where was it again? I spend too much time in my room," he muttered to himself.
