Coastal Vigils
A tall, gangling, humanoid figure. Pale blue skin, stained rags, and what appeared to be some form of seashell enveloping its head. It stood atop a rocky outcropping overlooking the shores of the Continent. With no eyes, it appeared to be diverting its attention towards the redheaded woman who had just arrived.
And further away, another watched the saurian. And even further from him, one watched the robed skeleton.
The figure raised its spindly hand up to the base of its shell-head, plugging two fingers within a crack where its mouth should be. He reared back, and out bellowed the sound of a horn.
Two more horns followed, one for each newcomer. The figure lowered its hand, turned, and descended from the overlook.
Theresa ot an Bol'hjar
Along the walk into the jungle, the sounds of the horns rang upon Theresa's ears. She stopped her pace, darting her head around, searching for the sources of the bellows. A moment passed, and she found nothing. So she kept her hand on the hilt of her sword and continued onward.
Until she came upon a fire, and the large saurian that had built it.
Now, Theresa had met her fair share of nonhuman beings in places outside the Continent. But she was no stranger to the fact that many of them could very well turn out to be hostile. She'd never formally met a saurian, however. Or anything else lizard-like. Still, quickly scanning the scene, he seemed... occupied. Still, even.
Theresa, guard still well and up, crept closer. If he wasn't hostile, maybe he could point her in the direction of someplace noteworthy.
A town to start would be nice.