You're surprised when you hear the feet of another person so quickly, but soon a woman with a walking staff is near. She looks pleasant, and she is even humming a fine tune while she walks.
She, however, does not approach you when she first sees you. She stops and yells ahead, "Halt! Who are you?"
Thinking that you most certainly do not want to aggrivate a woman with a walking stick that probably could be used as a staff, you introduce yourself, yelling so she can hear. She seems a bit confused at first, but approaches you.
"I am Criuctor," she says quietly, now that she is only a few feet from you. "I suppose you're trying to go into the Volcano?"
You nod.
A chirping noise comes from behind her, and you look down to see two small lizards. She follows your gaze and says, "The blue on is Gworraent, and the black one is Moraihil. But, wanderor, that is not the point..."
Her voice is drowned out slightly by the two lizards chirping loudly. Apparently they like the sound of their own names. She gives them one stern look, however, and both of them quiet down immediately.
"As I was saying, that's not the point. I've just come from the volcano. I was trying to give these two a new home there, because lizards and dragons do especially well in the volcano. The trouble is, it seems to be very unhappy right now, not wanting visitors or wanderors."
Moraihil chirps again, then hides behind Criuctor. She shakes her head and says, "Maybe you'll have better luck? Farewell."
