You had watched as a bright green struck out from a clearing and huge, muscled humanoids with intimidating tusks ran out from it. An army of some kind. And their leader, though older, is shrouded in robes and no less jacked. Growths like spikes or antlers coming from his back in jagged points and a magic-laced glare on his fae. Gray hair falls from him in a medium-length beard that looks dirty, but brushed. Everyone here looks... scary. And you have no idea what you've just walked in on as you watch them already clearing brush to set up camp