Amidst the turbulent waters, a shadow rises from the bottom, materializing into a serpentine figure and suddenly breaches the waters surface. A lizardwoman in armor and bearing a long polearm climbs up and out of the water and begins drying herself off, shaking and muttering to herself.
"What make dee water act so...mad?"
After a moment, the lizardfolk looks around and notices the others, and whats going on.
"Oh...greetingzss,"she says as she raises a clawed hand awkwardly.