“Hmmm… an outsider. How did you get past my hunters?”

The chieftain looks over at you. The lizardman wore a skull the size of his head, from the tip of his snout to the back of his head. He wore only a red loincloth which accentuated his bulge, a pouch with multiple potions and a gnarled wooden staff. He must have been a druid or a sage. But for having such a job, he was very muscular and sweaty, due to the fact that he was mixing some kind of potion in a pot over a blazing bonfire.