Sarkon looked and found another lizardfolk, one armed with an obsidian-tipped spear. He didn't recognize the newcomer, but he might be a threat. On the other hand, he didn't look like he was doing anything to harm anyone, although he could easy cause trouble with that spear. He might be a hunter waiting in the woods, or a scout of an enemy tribe. He might even be someone who was lost in the jungle. Approaching the unfamiliar lizard, Sarkon lifted his halberd and shield in an impressive, though not particularly threatening manner. 

"You there! With the spear! I am Sarkon of the village of Vurtha. You have entered Vurtha's lands! Who are you and why have you come?" He hoped that the stranger could understand him. The lizardfolk race spoke several varieties of the draconic language, but this common tongue varied greatly between regions, and dialects were sometimes unintelligible between tribes as a result. Fortunately, Vurtha's tribe spoke a variety common to many lizards. Sarkon kept his eyes on the other lizardfolk, ready to lunge at him with the heavy halberd if he made a move with the spear.