Two figures slowly rise, like cobras lured from a clay jar by the foot-tapping of a snake charmer. Both have humanoid torsos - one clearly female because of this - and arms, but are covered in small scales, with serpentine heads, and tails, with no legs. They are both wielding pole arms of some variety, and have their unblinking, lidless eyes fixed on Ancalagon. The male has tan coloured scales and fangs like small daggers, whereas the female, somewhat taller, has dark brown, almost black scales, and fangs like syringes. She flattens part of her neck out, exactly like a cobra, and hisses.<br/><br/>The one in the tree slowly drops down, a male and of the same kind as the other two. His tail is coiled around the tree limb, and he is a bright emerald green in colour. In his hands there is a longbow.<br/><br/><em>"Hshsss... you want to treat with our leaders, do you? We will call for an escort to take you to them. We wouldn't want you getting lost in our land, the environment is... ill-adapted for those not of our kind."</em>says the female.<br/><br/>"Besides," says the tan male, "you will forgive our rudeness of wishing there to be some armed guards between you and the leaders. Three dragons and a lizard do not look like a simple emissary."