There was a large perimeter set up around the town, it may be apparent that this is not the first time that something like this had happened. Calaena would be able to recall that wandering bands of orgres, goblins and trolls were not uncommon on trade routes. As not every traveling caravan group was not very well protected and could be picked off. So either this was one of those attacks by a rather large group of them and brave. Or it was something much worse.
There would be silence as the adventurers waited to see what would be coming for them. A whistle came from the other side of town, just as several lizardmen came out of the forest, crude looking weapons and tools in their hands as they charged forward screaming out in guttural calls. Brandishing their weapons they engaged, ten, twenty maybe over thirty of them coming to attack the town.
Fey would be amongst the groups working, keeping her place near the back as she stared at the various amounts of the lizardmen, her eyes widening in a slight bit of fear as she had never engaged in such a group of enemies before. It was something that shouldn't have travelled this far alone.
One of the lizardmen turned and saw Calaena and charged forward, a club in its hands as it charged towards her, snarling and spitting as the frills along the back of its neck flared up as it hissed. If it got close it would bring its club around and attempt to smack it into her ribs to either wind her or knock her to the ground.