The women followed, warily, eyeing the lizardfolk as they passed.<br/><br/>The village’s central mound stands fully fifteen feet high, dwarfing the surrounding huts. Bones of all shapes and sizes crown the dome, sticking out of the dried mud at erratic angles. Fresh marsh grass has been scattered around the mound’s perimeter, and two spears, hung with feathers and other fetishes and topped with the painted skulls of fanged lizards, flank the mound’s entrance. The bright green hide of some large swamp reptile serves as the hut’s entrance flap.<br/><br/>As he draws the attention of the inhabitant of the hut, there is a pause, before the furs are pulled aside. Standing there is a bigger, stronger-looking lizardman, than the rest. "What is this... what has brought you to this place?" he hissed, staring down at Devaguea. Behind him, a pair of crocodiles lurk near his legs, clearly ready to fight with him.