"Do you attempt to sway me to joining whatever errand you are running?" The Lizardman asked Sett, pointing his sword at the man and tilting his reptilian head in a very alien fashion. Earlier he seemed about to spew out his long list of deeds and proclaim he could have killed the beast himself before the roguish priest waltzed up, but now he was just curious. "As long as there is something to eat, I do not mind where I now wander. I have long since lost my home in this vast wilderness." 

Beren the young man and Geradin chatted among themselves before Alice strode up to them, and the three began conversing right up until an older gentlemen appeared out of the swamp. "Oi! What's yer business here?" Geradin asked, though comically he was ignored through the quick introductions. Beren patted his head to calm the seething Dwarf down, and seemed quite curious about the older man's question. Did...he just walk out of the dangerous Southland wilderness, and then ask about werewolves? 

Calanon lead Brogach the Elk into the swamp, the Elk gingerly putting foot after foot into the water, before Brogach got more used to it and even bounded across the water over to the others. The Elk was very tall and large, looming over Ursaren. The Lizardman looked at the Elk hungrily. He pointed his sword at Brogach. "Friend, or food?" 

"Friend." Calanon was quick to say. "Ah, very well," was the response. The Lizardman then pointed at Sett. "Friend, or food?" The Elf was suddenly taken aback. "Uh...friend. There is no living food here." 

"My apologies." The Lizardman said to Sett, blinking his predatory eyes. "One cannot know unless they ask." 

"None of us are werewolves, that I know of..." Beren began. He'd heard the Lizardman's question, and was just as confused by that as this older newcomer. "Sir if I may ask, what are you doing out here?" 

Geradin nodded and nodded, wanting answers.