The lizardman mirrors your guesture. "No trouble," he mangles, in common. "We not want trouble."<br/><br/>Behind you, you can hear some commotion amongst the mules, as Gunthar works his way forward, squeezing past your colleagues on the narrow path.<br/><br/>With a moment to examine him, you can see the lizardman bears a recent wound on his shoulder - it looks like it could be teeth marks, those of some large, fanged creature. Maybe even similar to those you can see in his own mouth - albiet larger.