This newcomer was quite the oddball, spilling personal information for all to hear, and yet he had a flair for the dramatic. Beren pursed his lips, and shrugged. "It doesn't do well to leave someone here alone in the Wilderness. We'll see if the Elves would have you, Ursaren." he said. Calanon nodded in agreement. 

As they spoke, the Lizardman tilted his head and gazed at Sett as the man spoke. "I am honored by your words, friend human." The beast was suddenly given a snowglobe of all things, and blinked in confusion. After a moment, the Lizardman bit the snowglow and attempted to eat it as if it were an egg he had stolen to devour. There were some dents in the glass, but it was made of thick and stern material and the Lizard did not seem to wish to continue his gnawing. 

"Let's get on with all of this, then." Geradin said, hoisting his hammer. "We've a long swamp to trudge." With that, he waded further into the bog. They all set off, even the Lizardman who insisted that he was curious on what was bringing such a large group this far south. "The name's Beren." the young man said as he walked beside Geradin and the Lizardman. 

The scaled newcomer nodded, and patted his chest. "I am Argon. Hello, new friend Beren." 

"So d'ya always smell like Swamp water or is it just the stuff beneath me hips?" Geradin asked. Argon flicked his tongue out. "Sssss-s-s-s-s-s I ssssuppose it is both." 

So far the group had traveled four miles in a rough formation, with Calanon leaping from tree to tree and Brogach carefully padding through the water, his antlered head alert for any signs of danger through the forested marsh.