Re: M4 WG: Harsh Climates
The reptilians lead you back across the rocky hills to a flatter region not far away. There are some simple buildings there, constructed of rocks and mud, erected on a sandy flat area. The entire village is in a hollow between some small hills that seem to have been piled higher with stones. It is now nearing evening, with the sun setting behind the hills in the east.
About a hundred reptilian humanoids seem to call this place home. Some are small, like children, racing around at high speed and wrestling. The more grown ones are engaged in a variety of chores, such as stirring large clay pots. Some are seated before flat rocks that they are using as tables, carefully grinding powder and filling the clay grenades. They are a variety of colours between brown, tan, dark green, and green-yellow. They all have the thick red vertical stripe on their torso and down their back. One of them does not, although it is currently applying a red paint to itself and receiving help from another to apply it to the back.
As you enter the area in the company of your guide, many stop what they are doing and stare at you. Their large, round eyes blink as they track you walking down the lane. Their chittering conversation stops as they watch you.
Your guide doesn't say much as they walk. She leads you to a single mud hut which has long, thick strings of vegetation hanging on the walls. She stops outside and calls out loudly.
From the inside comes another reptilian. This one is quite large as well, but clearly old. She is stooped over, walking with a pair of canes. Her scales are faded and dull, with the red stripe being the brightest colour. You guide brings a rock with a leather-like pillow on it over, and the old reptilian eases herself onto it.
The old reptilian looks you over, hissing and clicking softly.