"Mmmm..." Begins the squatting lizardman in response to the bearded one with boldness enough to speak. Such things as courage deserved respect at least. Especially among the common folk of this world who were often all too easily cowed. But still the barbarian seemed busy focusing on the fire as if he could drink up it's radiating heat like a mug of ale by doing so. "Far... Yes... Too far. Too far from the warm lowlands where the movement was easier... Lucky for you I travel with the girls... Not so lucky for me." 

Then, out of nowhere, Gawzarth suddenly turned his razor sharp alligator grin towards the man who had spoken, facing him with a tilted head and an insane look. It was one swift, fluid motion. Probably unexpected by either of them, for he did it unconsciously. And then he complained like a squawking pterodactyl, "These females will bring death to me before it is the season of my end."

Of course on the surface his face was wild and animalistic. Even mad looking. But examine him a bit longer, and you will find a surreal aspect of the human within his reptilian nature. An uncanny liminal space where the jungle beast appeared soulful and intelligent, even if it were in a savage way. 

"Gainful employment, perhaps..." he echoed the mans words back to him before adding a few words of his own. He spoke with the cold, unbeatable confidence of a truly proud tribal warrior. "We have come in response to Arrigal's notice. If something unnatural is going on, we can restore the balance."