As Ebiko called out the two figures they droped into defensive stances, but not one that seemed aggressive. As they got closer, Ebiko and Saphira could see that one of them were a hunchbacked woman. Her face was so warped by tumors that she was incapable of intelligible speech. The second was a man, and he did the talking for the two. He was a tall, thin creature with a face that melds the features of an attractive elven man, a goat, and a lizardfolk. His oversized fingers ended in dull, spadelike talons. He greeted the Ebiko in a raspy voice, speaking in strangely accented but quite eloquent Common, and asked of their intentions. "If your intentions are ill, we ask you to move on and leave us in peace. If they are good, then perhaps you can help. As you can see, misfortune has befallen us." He pointed towards the fallen tower. "One of our kinsmen are trapped beneath the rubble and we fear for his life."