Kroga had heard about it from the marsh scouts. They reported to the village council that a glowing being had given a plea to save their swamp and that the luminescent figure suddenly disappeared and that a swirling vortex was left in its wake. At first the council wished to send their best scouts to discover if the figure was speaking the truth, but it was decided that it would be foolhardy to send the to a potential trap. No, instead the village would send their best shaman to mitigate the potential cost sunk as well as send potentially valuable aid if the stranger was speaking the truth. And so old scaled Kroga was sent and she left with only her powerful concoctions, wooden walking stick, and a laugh. She was lead to where the portal was and she walk in with nary a word.