Lac'mar

You're known as the 'friend of all races'. Throughout your travels, you've made allies of elves, faes, mermaids and nymphs. But one race you've always been unable to befriend were the lizardmen. Lizardmen often where tribal, and distrusted anyone from outside their tribe, so it make sense. As you walked through the marshlands, the mud beneath your feet, you could hear the sounds of running water. You found a waterfall, and at the base of it, was a large alligator. You jump back, but it's too late, and the gator comes rushing towards you. You turn and run, but you can hear the heavy scuttling of the beast behind you. With a mighty cry, something large rushed out of the forest towards you. The gator cried out in pain as a spear impaled it, but it soon laid dead. Turning, you saw a large green man pull the crude spear out of the alligator. "Stupid human. Running make it worse." He grunted out, looking you up and down. "Who are? Why here?"