Gregor skidded to a stop at the backs of the muddy water and the reptiles that lazed around in it. "Well, not going that way." he said, sloughing forward to catch his breath. He turned to look up at the native squatting in the trees, then looked around the jungle brush. There was always the slight chance that this guy had his friends waiting to feather them and carry their heads away to do Gods only knew what. That wouldn't be so bad, actually. It was kind of how he hoped to go out.

"You think he speaks the Queens common?" He asked to no one in particular. He then called up to the man, greeting him in the language of the Sea People. They had traveled pretty much everywhere and had met pretty much everyone, and Gregor had spent some years in their Serpent Rider sect studying ritual magic. "[i]Hoi. Tikir Sum.[/i]"