Kroga was rather disappointed that she did not appear in another swamp. Instead it was in one of those buildings that smooth skins seemed to take pride in creating and inhabiting. Instead of the organic and alive architecture of the lizardfolk, it was instead the oppressive and lifeless walls of smooth skins. The company wasn't something to really take note of either. One was a simple smooth skin with a hood, another was a brute with wings, and the last seemed like a juvenile lizard kin. All and all, a trip into another plain of existence did not live up to expectations. She leaned on her walking stick and took out a pipe to smoke. 

"It would seem as though I am the victim of a joke" she chuckled to herself.