Landrag

You hear a rustle coming from nearby reeds and reach for your weapon as large webbed claws grip them and part them aside. A huge massive muscular crocodile-man steps forward unarmed. His snout, while intimidating, almost seems to smiles as he sees you. Hold fast, traveler. I am Landrag, shaman of Swamps. The vultures have been watching you for some time and while they are welcome here as much as you are Im sure you would rather not be acquainted. Are you passing through?