Aldkal broke his gaze from his spear as another lizard erupted from the brush with a barrage of questions. Aldkal strained to understand the lizard through his thick accent and then nodded silently, and stood up, leaving his spear on the ground by his feet.

"I am Aldkal," he hissed in a low tone, then cocked his head as if someone was whispering in his ear.
"Sarkon you say? Hm, yes," Aldkal nodded in approval, "I've heard of your exploits and misadventures, congratulations."

He cleared his throat and locked eyes to study the legend he heard so much about, "you seem to live up to your standard, I like it," Aldkals raspy voice trumpted with approval, "and your metal weapon just adds compliment."