The day hasn't been well for Shurkroat. The ship he was on had sunk, and now he was stranded on an unfamiliar island. He had spent his day alone, away from any other survivors. He didn't even know it there were other survivors. He was all by himself wandering the beach. Spending most of his time drying his clothes and getting sand out of his shoes. It wasn't until much later her heard a ruckus, and headed to it.<br/><br/>He got to the scene of all the noise. Some humanoids were at combat with a lizard. It looked like they needed help, but he wasn't certain. He drew his huge sword and stepped to where he could be seen. He didn't jump in to help them without permission because that would just be rude. For all he knew it was training. He cleared his voice and spoke "Hello, do you at all require any assistance?" Before them stood a seemingly normal looking human. Tall and muscled with short blond hair. A little ragged from the ship wreck, but it looks like he had tried to clean up some. The only thing odd about him were the glowing cyan glyphs that made a circle that went around his head.