Roga grins as his efforts bear fruit.  Then he leaps back as the crate explodes open.  As Althea gets out of the crate with a towel, Roga racks his brain for information, but he draws a blank on this particular race.  Not that he takes too long, as he notices that there is tension between the two reptilianesses.  He's about to step in, but he's stopped by the sudden calm.<br/><br/>"We set up camp!" he says in his nasally voice.  "Oh, my name's Roga," he says as he walks up to Althea, smiling and offering his hand.  "If you're looking for weird, hard to beat a half-orc who talks like an elf.  Now," he walks towards the beach, "I was thinking we could go try to catch something, since I'm sure we're at some meal or other and good food makes for good company."