The Clinger was sleeping, covering itself by newspaper scraps as you traveller approached it. That's a lanky predator with height of a human teenager, a naked body and long nails. It looks uncanny as it lifts one of it's hand up for scratching it's back. You even thought it was a homeless person until you approached and had a clearer look of it. After all, such humanoid creatures like Clinger weren't rare in Alegvanio, at least in the tundra surrounding it, nothing but Empty Quarter.