The adventurers have hardly settled in when Hooflepoof hears oars in the water a distance away. He sneakily alerts the others, and they quickly abandon their beds and hide in the bushes near the beach, weapons at the ready.

Nine lizardfolk pull up in three canoes, and pull them up onto the shore near the other canoes. They gather around the firepit and start a fire. One of them goes into the lean-to to retrieve the dried food. "Somebody was here," he calls to the others in crude Draconic. "They left they bedrolls." Bringing the baskets of dried food out by the fire, one of them also comments that some of their food is gone. "Somebody ate some," he says. They start warming up some of the dried fish, lizards, and birds (they seem to most prefer the birds) using sticks over the fire. Before long, another one ventures into the lean-tos and says "Huh, they aren't just bedrolls, they beds. The sleepers probably around here."

"Should we look for 'em?" another asks.

"I suppose," says another, "if they around here, they maybe ambush."

One of them gathers up all the bedrolls and throws them out into the swampy area outside the edge of the camp. The lizardfolk spread out and start searching the periphery of the camp. They seem to have darkvision, as they don't need torches or lights to search.

The adventurers remain hidden in the bushes at the edge of the beach, but when one of the lizardfolk gets close enough, Bilbo jumps out and launches an attack.