“Hm… a foreigner.”

When you look over to the source of the voice, it is a tall and strong lizardman, wielding a spear made of carved bone. He wore only a loincloth which covered his front, his bulge still very much visible. His muscles were toned, sweaty from exposure to the sun. His tail was large and his scales were green to match the swamp he lived in.

“What brings you this far south, outsider?”