From Darg's Diary:

We got back to the mudusa's layer with the liserd man. He was stil asleep. We made sure that the layer was stil sucure. I took all the dead goblins down to room by the hidrah hydra and fed a bunch of them to her, about 11 I think. I think she is starting to like me more. She hardly tried to kill me once she'd eaten. Poor thing was probably just hungry.
I cooked some of the food for the rest of us. Some that we got from the mudusa with some of our supplies for everyone. When we were all fed then took turns sleeping and on watch all of us did. When we got up, the lisard man was finally awake too. It would talk to none of us. I think it was because it doesn't speak this type of common (which I can completly understand.) Max says it is a Caldosian dilect. Max can talk in lisard man (Max called it dragonic, like dragons). He spoke to the lisard man for some time and had him untied. He told us that the lisard man promised to take us to a village that is on the map scrap we found. I don't trust him but Max said we should so we do. We gather our things and head down to the water in the big room with the boat.
I ferry everyone to the crack in the wall that leads to the warm lands to the South. After that I ferried everyone to the shore. I really don't think that the map we have shows the island or the lake we came in from. I don't know.
Anyway, we hiked for some time off to the North but the ground started to get more and more wet. It got real swampy and then water started to get boot, then thigh deep. That's when we saw the disgusting worm things. They were about the size of my thumb, squirming, and hurrod horrid. I did not know what they were doing. Later is saw they were trying to attach themselves to my legs. Everyone found that they were being swarmed by these things. We started toward the nearest dry land but the water got deeper until we were swiming. Well, me and the lisard was swiming. That's when that thrice damned lisard swam off. Max started flying and helped get the smaller folks to land. Once we were on dry land (less wet) we striped off our boots and pants and found those worm things stuck to us. When we pulled them off, we bled and there were three little fang marks. Max had the most on him and said that he felt weak. Even so, he flew up in to the air to try and find where the bloody, stupid, damn double damn lisard went.
I think I'm going to smack him with my axe when we find it. Dishonorable liar thing that it is.