Sarkon nodded and led Aldkal on. In about fifteen minutes, they had reached the front gate of the village. Vurtha was a reasonably large place by lizardfolk standards, but small next to the settlements of most other races. Two sentries stood at the open wooden doors. They started to move when they saw someone they didn't recognize, but they stood down when they noticed Sarkon was guiding him in. Vurtha was surrounded by a high wooden fence with sharp wooden spikes on top. Inside of the walls, the town was laid out in a random pattern, with straw huts and wooden buildings next to one another. Three landmarks were easily visible: a big circular hut for the chief, a wooden temple in which Vurtha's shaman worked, and a circular ring marked by white stones indicating an arena. In addition, there was a rectangular inn positioned at the center of town, made from locally-harvested brown wood. 

"Well, here it is. What do you think?" Sarkon asked.