"Do you want to talk with me for a sec?" asks Elfo.

"Where are you?" asks the Lizardfolk in reply. "I can't see you."

"I'm invisible. Follow this," says Elfo, prestidigitating a shower of sparks near himself.

The Lizardfolk creeps near to where the sparks appeared. "Are you here?" he whispers.

"Yes," says Elfo, making himself visible. "Are you actually working for the dragon cult?"

"Yes, we carry freight for them, among other jobs."

"What kind of freight?"

"I don't know. It's all boxed up."

"Where is the freight going?"

"Here."